Historical Fiction Mystery Book Novels & Stories

and then again, this time a soft cry "Yes" His eyes seemed to blaze. "Then let it be" he whispered. His mouth crushed hers, hot and passionate. She felt herself swept high aloft, snug in his embrace. He kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot. Her toes touched the floor. Almost before she could draw breath, her gown was whisked from her shoulders. She could only watch as his clothes met the same end as hers, a forgotten pile on the rough cold floor. The light from the fire bathed him in pale, firelit glory. Though her cheeks flooded crimson, Betty could not help herself. Always before, she had hidden her face away, curious but almost desperately afraid to look. Now she could not help

My heart is, and always will be yours. Jane Austen. While Sarah was looking at books with Finn, Annie wandered around looking at the new releases. There were a few historical novels that looked interesting but then she spotted one that really caught her eye. She wandered over to the very busy display, it was much busier here than anywhere else in the store. Picking up a copy of the book she flipped it over to read the blurb on the back. She was surprised to see it was a book about the Templars when she was jostled from all sides as shoppers grabbed a copy for themselves. Frowning, Annie moved away from the crowd and flicked through the book, it seemed the book depicted the Templars as humans

With careful fingers, she lifted the book and pulled it down, the heavy weight of history pressing against her hands. As she flipped through the pages, her heart quickened. Documents, letters, and meticulously detailed accounts sprawled across the pages. She recognized names—some familiar, some obscure—but the implications were staggering. The Romano family had always been meticulous, but the depth of the secrets she uncovered went far beyond what she had imagined.

Now and Forever: The History of Pure Moon Pack I couldn't understand the reasoning behind placing all the pack's major history in one book when we could easily split it out, the Elders always spewing about following traditions. I paused, my eyes studying the cover of the book. My eyes flitted to the several books on the shelves. They were all covered with dust. Except this book. It was clean, too clean. Someone was here. Instantly I checked deep inside the shelf, but found nothing. My breath hitched. Where was my black ledger? I dropped the historical records on the floor, searching the entire shelf. How– how could this disappear? I was certain I placed it behind the book of historical recor

"Julian this is not about the company. It is about the family's history. It is about the secrets, the sacrifices and the alliances that made the city what it is today." Julian smiled. "It sounds like an idea for a new book, " he said, pulling up a chair next to her. "This time you have all the information you need.. You get to keep all the money from the book." The Multi-Generational Matrix Elena opened her notebook. Started sketching out a new story. She was using the journals as inspiration. She was going to write a historical fiction book using her expertise to tell a story that was based on real events.

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

Master Alejandro questioned suddenly out of nowhere with his deep husky tipsy tone while tilting his head a little to the right, still staring at his woman who still had her eyes down on her book, silently for few minutes. Captivated by the looks, she made the book her choose without having any idea what was it. Looking decent the book was said to be the best seller of 1930s, that's all she knew. Madam Genelia heard many famous mentions about it but never she got the chance to read it before, hence discovering it here in the library she grabbed it without any second thought. "Royal Bones are Holy Sinners." Madam Genelia was still having her eyes down on the book while she replied blankly to

I leaned back in my well-worn executive office chair and stretched the kinks from my body. I’d finally solved the case that had plagued me for weeks. It was a call for celebration! Eleanor Waterford’s husband was a sly player. He’d managed to disguise his activities to the point that I simply couldn’t uncover the name of the female who he was keeping company with. I was just about to give up and confess to my boss that I’d failed when it struck me. What if the woman he was seeing wasn’t a woman at all?

He said it before, it was something from the past. How long would it be? A century or more. Why hadn’t he thought about it? He knew it was from the past but he hadn’t given it much thought. He had to find something. He coughed and waved his hands to the sides to remove the cobwebs around him. He squatted, and began searching every crank and canny, he had to find it. His book history has to be there. He searched but couldn’t find it. He was sweating already. He wipes his face with a spare hanky.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat