Novel & Cerita Historical Fantasy Romance Books

I asked. “Another one of his historical smuts.” Henry replied, raising his voice to grab Ron’s attention. “This is fine historical literature not smut.” I snorted at that. “Fine historical literature my ass.” Henry said. Hen was right. I had once searched for a book in Ron’s vast library that did not involve a Duke being wickedly seduced by a temptress or a Highlander spilling his seeds into a moaning fair maiden and had not found any. Not that I was complaining, they were quite educative.

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

In a matter of minutes, there was a pile of books on her feet and she seemed not to have found the one she was looking for. She wheezed in pain, sweat drenching her back as he kept searching through the shelf but the at the end, all the books landed on the floor and she slammed her hand on the shelf and cursed, “damn you, demon fire. Don’t worry, I shall claim that throne and you shall be mine, you must be mine,” she panted and staggered back to her previous seat. Her head was throne back once more as the burnt marks on neck glowed softly, making her grunt in pain and her hair gummed on her neck because of her sweats.

She noticed that the few other people in the library cast tenuous glances at them, as he leaned in closer over her shoulder. 'Anything?' he asked softly. 'I'm sorry we don't have more books on the subject. The only other one I could find was Anne Boleyn supposedly haunting her husband, but it seemed more like fiction than anything else.' Faye smiled, enjoying his closeness and the smell of his cologne. 'Thank you though, Eli. We knew it would be a longshot and now it seems like a fruitless endeavor. There's nothing here that can even remotely tell us how to defeat Magnus and Mary. I think we have a long and arduous journey ahead of us.'

She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name." I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine. What's my name?" "When I was a teenager, I used to think about this guy, he was four years older than me. He was beautiful."

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

A woman with fiery red hair flowing down her back with a head-dress, and was wearing a richly embroidered gown, personifying the costume of nobility from the Middle Ages, was screaming at the Duke! "I should be eating with you in the hall! You keep me locked on this floor like a prisoner! I am your mistress and should be acknowledged as such!" Mistress?! Why the fuck can't the fairies land me in a time when the descendants of Braxius were single? My Trojan husband was married to a bitch that allowed the Greeks into Troy. My Roman lover had a mistress who tried to embarrass me in front of the Emperor. I don't want any more

Chapter 4 A blonde woman, tall and willowy, with a brown gown made of emerald silk that clings to her hips and ass. I move toward Rhysand with confidence. A blonde woman, tall and willowy, with a brown gown made of emerald silk that clings to her hips and ass. I move toward Rhysand with confidence. When I reach him, she doesn’t hesitate. Her arms wrap around his neck, her body pressing against his in a way that makes my blood turn to fire.