Historic Romance Novels Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart.

Seeing his genuine interest, Shelly explained to him, "It's a type of romance novel. In this genre, the male lead is usually a CEO, while the female lead is an average person. It's so that the average woman can identify with the female lead. Who wouldn't want a handsome and wealthy man to dote on them? When I was in middle school, many girls in my class read these novels, and I started reading them too. I mainly borrowed these books from my classmates." "Instead of waiting for someone else to dote on you, it's better to improve yourself and take control of the situation," Hayden said. Amused by his serious take on the matter, Shelly could not help but chuckle. "Actually, girls read these typ

After a pause, she added, “Forget it. I shall not read books like that. Please recommend a few novels with strong female protagonists to me. She has to be dominant and doesn’t rely on men but herself to achieve success. “I don’t want novels that claim the female protagonist is strong but ends up needing the male protagonist and side characters to solve her problems.” Jasmine thought about it for a while before walking to the last bookshelf. She took a few books about historical romance and passed them to Imogen. She said, “These novels have strong male and female protagonists. “You can have a look at them. I usually read genres like family feuds and transmigration. I don’t really like storie

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

It was due to a lack of optimism in living outside of societal conventions. Hannah can’t help but be astonished by his explanations. He had certainly read the book, understanding its connotation and digging deeper into its words. Now, she can truly see a prince. A prince who wasn’t afraid of reading a feminist romance book. It's not a full romance, but still a romance. Contrary to Astrrid’s claim that Hannah hadn’t read some romance novel, she had. But books should focus on societal or political issues rather than centering on romance itself.

Elle got up from her seat and moved to the counter. “Did Arielle ever use ‘Elle’ as her pen name?” Irene asked Tasha. “She used to, way before, why?” Tasha raised her brows. “Really? Did she ever write a romance novel then?” Irene asked her picking the interest. “She’s only ever wrote ‘Mystery/thriller/horror’ that girl doesn’t know romance, she used to scare guys away with her creepy interest in horror and paranormal, In high school, the guys would run away during the courage test but she used to run around to catch the ghosts, that’s why she never got her chance on romance.” Tasha sighed, shaking her head.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.