Historical Fiction Short Stories Novels & Stories

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

She also had an A-average grade and would pick re-reading Kierra Cass' Selection Series to going to a party any day. In its essence, she had basically the best of both worlds, minus the Hannah Montana hassle. Everyone knew her personality and accepted her. "Yeah," I replied as I rummaged through my bag for my notes. "How hard could it be right? Jane Austen is pretty easy." Right. Tell that to your sore back, you avid procrastinator! "Yeah, if you were from the 19th century," she grunted as she pulled her books from her locker. "No. You just have to understand the concept." I had only understood it after reading someone's essay on it online. And no, I did not plagiarize. That's bad.

"I borrowed it from the library. It's amazing how good that book is. The writer is crazy. I've been exploring different genres lately, though." I nodded, sensing a shared interest emerging. "I love exploring new genres. It's like entering different worlds without leaving the comfort of your room. But I’m going to stick with my sci-fi.” I said, it sounded like a joke and Brenda laughed about it. “Have you ever tried reading historical fiction? Echoes of Time is one of my favourites." Excitement danced in my eyes. “Yes, I've read that one too. The way it weaves history and fiction together is pretty good. Do you enjoy the historical aspects as much as the story itself?"

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.

If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such

Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down. Your very tired and poor writer, Nymeria Yennefer Roisin ###### Sneak Peek at my upcoming werewolf fantasy stories collection, There’s an Alpha in my Bed: An Affair of Roses Dying is less complicated than loving. I learned that the hard way. “But Prince Gerome...we’re engaged, right?” My voice broke into a sob. “We’ve been together for five years. The Northern Fae and the Red Dragons have been in alliance for centuries, and our union will make our two kingdoms stronger. Breaking our engagement could result in war!”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Anna's POV My chest heaves as I push the door of the hotel room and stride in. Being the mafia princess has it's good days and it's bad days, but today is an especially bad day, an enemy of my father's had attacked unexpectedly, making me run to this hotel with another enemy. “So many enemies” I huff as I peel the leather jacket off my burning hot body. In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.