Novel & Cerita Historical Christian Romance

As I try to fight my way away from him. "Christian loves you very much Aria and you need to be with him to heal," Ares told me, holding me tightly within his arms. Preventing me from moving away from him. "He as Accalia," I answer my brother angrily, while I stop fighting myself away from him. "Christian rejected her for you," Ares told me. "I know and I don't care," I answer my brother angrily. "I no longer love Christian and so he can take her back for those two wicked wolves belong together."

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

“But no deal made in secret council years ago, before I even met Tyler, binds me or this child.” Christian cleared his throat behind me, and I felt his eyes on Lucien like twin daggers. He crossed his arms, half-smile curling at one corner of his mouth. “Oh, I love a good ancestral scandal,” he drawled. “Nothing says ‘family bonding’ like a blood‑oath you only remembered yesterday.” Lucien’s nostrils flared. “You would mock a debt you’re not part of.” Christian shrugged. “Mockery is my second language. But please, continue. I’m dying to see how you twist history in your favor.”

“You’re not interested in me, you’re intelligent and independent, you’re spunky, and you’re not a gold digger. I’d say you’re quite perfect for the job, Miss van Gowen.” Camille shook her head, feeling suddenly tired. “Mr. Callahan, I don’t want to marry you. Please find somebody else.” She was about to turn around and leave when Christian suddenly spoke. “I investigated the accident, you know. I’ve been informed of all the details.” Camille froze. No. He couldn’t be implying… The corner of Christian’s lips curved upwards into a smirk. “I’ve looked into your past quite thoroughly as well, Miss van Gowen. It’s interesting, isn’t it? Looks like you and Michael McGregor have a bit of an intrigu

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

“Still going with that story, I see?” “What story?” My gaze narrowed to slits. She shook her head, a scowl turning her lips downward. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that Clarissa is back, and she still cares about you.” Her gaze turned worried and she took my hands in hers, knowing I couldn’t feel her. “I saw it in her eyes. And she—” “Is a fucking cheater,” I cut in. “In case you forgot that part, mother. The reason I let her go was because she cheated on me. And it’s been over ten years but you can’t stop—”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Her brown curly curls packed up and highlighting her beautiful face as she kept on smiling, Christian made a vow within himself that he was going to keep this woman for better for worse. He didn’t care if they were still young, or the age difference between them or whatever, he just wanted her to be his, and now more than ever he had this shove of courage within him to show her the letter and tickets. Bringing out the papers from his pocket, while she kept on walking towards him, Christian said a silent prayer in his heart. He prayed that his intentions would work out well, and he prayed for his future to always include Sara Parker… the lady who had brought love and light to his soul.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.