Historical Fantasy Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tried to avert my gaze but I could not, not when a part of me longed to be one of those girls. The way they were handled by the Lycans. Delicate and tender. The Lycans went down on them, licking and fingering their way into their core as I watched these girls stretch and groan, grappling and gasping before flipping them over their stomachs, setting them up to bury their huge groin into their wet entrance. Then they went all in, thrusting into them as these girls begged them for more. I crossed my legs tightly, only to realise I had gotten wet. I closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess that it all passed quickly, but it didn't. Soon the whole room was filled with moans and screams. Their s

Only this particular library was mainly archives and non-fiction works, and I was getting increasingly annoyed that even now, this didn't seem to be going right. My fingers slid along the spines of each individual novel and then rested on a famous historical romance novel. I picked it out and smiled at it. Leave it to Lyndra to have this tucked away in amongst the more straightforward reading options. Then another book caught my eye. Its spine was one of the most detailed I had seen, with gold stars going up its length. I put back Lyndra's novel and lifted out the second one instead. It was masterfully binded with intricate detailing. The star pattern continued on the front, making up the bo

She reached for a piece immediately—and hissed when it burned her fingers. “Careful. It’s hot.” I picked it up, blowing on it, cooling it down without thinking—like you would for a kid. “I do,” she said, and when I looked up, she was blushing. “I really do. I used to have a lot of books… but they’re all back at my parents’ house.” “I see. Then mine might seem boring. Most girls your age go for romance novels, and I don’t have many of those.” “You do have some amazing historical ones,” she said quickly. “I even saw a couple of my favorites.”

Flowers, socks, books, stars, little hearts, and right in the center of the page were three names written over and over again; Genevieve Felix Elias My entire body went still the second I saw them. It was unmistakable, the way I dotted my I’s, the way I wrote in fine curve as I escaped into another historical dimension. I guess it’s because I loved reading historical romance and fantasy, but I remember always writing like this. It was my diary. “Callie…w-what is this? Why do I have three names in here?” She didn’t answer, but her silence was enough as an answer.

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She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

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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.

That alone might be worth the effort. Shaking my head at the thought, I drifted back toward the main shelves, pulling a few books that caught my interest. My stack grew quickly: a historical novel with an intricate map inside the cover, a poetry collection, a book of legends… and, okay, maybe one or two with decidedly romantic-looking covers. Purely for variety, of course. I was just balancing the last book on the stack when the door opened behind me. “Let me guess,” a familiar voice drawled, “you got lost and stumbled in here looking for more romcoms.”

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.'