Historical Fiction Booktok Novels & Stories

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

She sighed and decided to make do with the towel for now. Hailee's eyes fell on the bookshelf, and she decided to pick up one of the books. It was titled "The History of the Pack," and she couldn't help but feel intrigued. As she began to read, she was transported to a world she never knew existed. The pack's origins, their struggles, and triumphs - it was all so fascinating to her.

"See you girls later." After zooming past the librarian, Gianna trudged between the massive book-filled shelves with the lingering hints of mustiness until she spotted a capitalized title of interest along Philipstown's history rank; COLDSPRING AS OF THE 1600s. She concentrated her weight on her toes as shortly as she reached the thick volumed book that looked worn out. Gianna comfortably settled in an isolated corner speculating on where to start. The impatient girl, seduced by laziness, decided to randomly flip through the black and white picture graced book when a set of bold letters snatched her scrutiny.

Others appear as characters and events in the book to give a sense of historical accuracy; however specific incidents are entirely fictitious and should not be considered real or factual. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews. DEDICATION For all the rising suns as yet unseen and for those who showed me where to look. For Mary Ellen Grable and Ann Simpson

She followed Willow around the corner and into an aisle labeled Biographical Histories. Willow stopped in front of the third shelf and ran her puffy hands along the spines, finally pulling out a book and handing it to Clara: Historic Crimes in Hiestora. When Clara pried it open, the book issued a hissing sound and she noticed it suddenly felt lighter in her hands. Cracking open the dusty tome, Clara noticed pictures that were moving as if the history was playing out once again inside these pages. Below the pictures were written texts of the events.

She clasped her hands together, her eyes shined more brightly, and for a second, he took his time to examine it, her eyes shining beautifully. "So, this is my old bookstore where I used to come and purchase books. I mostly read books about law, and best sellers." It was as if she wanted to tell him a secret, because she appeared shy now. "I also read romance novels here." Sucker up. He was supposed to be frowning right now, but then, he was walking along the stacks, "Who are your favorite authors?" She seemed excited to talk to him, had she never said this to anyone before? She fastened her steps, her strapping her blazer over her white shirt underneath, "Julia Quinn! I love her historical r

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

But who in their right mind would break a blood oath? I liked to spend part of my free time from studying with books on history and diaries of the dark ones. My favorite historical figure was, without a doubt, Augusta Reid. This strong-willed heroic woman became my idol, and this played an important role in my indefatigable desire to change our lives for the better.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

He was always uncomfortable talking about his work, and specifically the money he made from it; it felt too much like bragging. “You working on anything now?” Bias asked. “Yeah, I’m about two thirds of the way through a new book called Disappearing Act.” “What’s it about? Or is that top secret information?” “No, it’s actually a historical piece about the Lost Colony of Roanoke and what might have actually happened to them.” Bias’s shoulders slumped a little. “Oh, interesting.” “You don’t like it?” “It’s not that, seriously that’s a cool idea, it’s just . . . well, I was sure you would be writing something about your house.”