Historical Fiction Romance Novels & Stories

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

“He’d finally found a woman of the same social status after all the trouble, and she had a miscarriage because of me. He must have hated me to the core. It’s already merciful of him to make me leave with nothing.” Christina could not help but mock herself. Matthew felt angry on her behalf. “Tell me, who’s the secret lover?” “It’s his current fiance!” “What?” Matthew’s eyes widened all of a sudden. “Serena was his secret lover back then?”

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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.

It's either history, military, or supernatural romances. I've never understood why so many people preferred such kinds of novels and genres all that much. Though, I meant that for the latter part. They're basically the same every single time. An average lady meets one sexy, handsome, extraordinary man, or two hot males battle over her, and there's usually some ridiculous drama that brings her further and deeper together with the men, and then she has to choose the obvious decision. Everyone had predicted her decision since the very beginning of the chapter. "And they're usually sequels or fantasy epics," I mumbled to myself.

And what if he kissed her. Is all this just a misunderstanding.Was I wrong to make her suffer..I just hope we can forget the past and move forward.She's my wife now.I don't care about what happened in the past .I don't care if she lied about her family.All I want is a future with her.A future with Mrs Vida Kingston Ashford.That's who she is now,my wife. But I really need to talk to Caleb again to confirm what happened in the past.I just pray Dylan has nothing to do with this because he also told me he liked her.

Time, that had once divided them, now seemed to stretch languorously, allowing them to truly see the other, experience each other's world, and form an inexplicable bond. Abigail was gradually immersing herself in the nuances of the 19th century, her historian's fascination coupling beautifully with her instinctive adaptability. Meanwhile, Vincent found himself equally drawn to her tales of the future, his inquisitiveness opening his mind to ideas and concepts that were once unimaginable. Their evenings often found them engrossed in discussions, sometimes heated, always interesting, their debates enlivened by the chirping of cicadas and the hum of the Provencal night.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

I genuinely didn’t know if I loved Meadow. But this was a different kind of situation, so I just avoided the question. “Not your damn business.” Nolan shoved out a breath, shaking his head. “So you don’t.” My jaw ticked. Nolan’s voice was still calm. “For a while, I thought she was just a gold digger, because there was no way you’d ever meet someone and marry her in such a short period of time. But then… you reacted to her touch, and it hit me that that was the main reason you married her—you know, apart from stopping our mother from grilling you about getting a wife or getting back together with Clarissa.”