Historical Fiction Romance Novels & Stories

The mansion loomed silent under the moonlit night. Henry was miles away on yet another business trip, leaving his young wife, Jennifer alone with her frustrations. Jennifer's curvaceous figure had always turned heads, but her recent marriage to Henry had left her body aching for real passion. Her hazel eyes often lingered too long on Alex whose towering frame exuded raw masculinity. Alex had been hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her two weeks ago. The sexual tension simmered like a pot ready to boil over. Jennifer, unsatisfied by Henry's perfunctory attentions, felt her pussy throb whenever Alex's head turned her way.

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar

“Please don't tell me this is a werewolf novel or a vampire romance novel.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it's a historical romance novel.” "OH!" I was amazed at Athena's persistence in getting someone to read something she loved. “How did she succeed in getting you to read this kind of book? I know you are not the romantic type of man, not even the type who likes history.”

Suddenly it reminded me of those two books, novels. With a new determination burning in my chest, I raced to the cozy corner of my room where the novel had lain untouched for so long. The pages held the key to the world I had once lived in, a world of intrigue, passion, and heartache. As I flipped through the worn pages, the story of Xicheng, the king, and my husband, unfolded before my eyes. My heart raced in tandem with the events that transpired on the pages. The romance that had bloomed between Xicheng and me, despite the complexities of court politics and our societal positions, was now vividly alive.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Every night, I would have a romantic and beautiful dream involving Jonathan, and every morning when I woke up, it made me cry even harder because I knew these dreams would never come true, since he wasn’t mine. Without him, I felt completely empty, and I yearned for his affection and touch. I prayed that a miracle would take place and that he would return. Imagining Jonathan with someone else was what hurt me the most. ‘What the two of them would be doing.’ I wanted to fucking end the world every time I thought about this. Why had God returned his first love when we were so happy together? I was becoming selfish because the pain was killing me from within, and I desperately wanted him back.

She was Hannah's younger sister and the daughter of a homewrecker. Robert's smile became even more tender as he mused over the way Misty had taken the bait. Despite sharing a last name, the two half-sisters were worlds apart in terms of intelligence. It was hard to link the two together. If Hannah witnessed this scene of a carefully crafted trap, she would have been extremely taken aback. The novel was supposed to feature the romantic love story of a devoted couple. Even the occasional misunderstandings were swiftly resolved. Strangely, it seemed to be becoming more of a tragedy instead.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

When I catch myself pacing, I decide to fill in the time by reading the rest of the story from Queen Athena’s book, I didn’t find anything the first time but I am convinced I missed something, maybe there is some sort of clue that leads to the truth that I haven’t gotten to reading yet. I pick it up and open it up to the last page I stopped. I am more than halfway through, I’d dumped it when I realized it was more fiction than history and they went a little too deep when describing her forbidden relationship with her lover. I would rather not read about someone getting laid when I can’t. I have my mate so close yet so far away and that is the worst type of pain. The next page is another heat