Historical Love Novels Novels & Stories

Elle got up from her seat and moved to the counter. “Did Arielle ever use ‘Elle’ as her pen name?” Irene asked Tasha. “She used to, way before, why?” Tasha raised her brows. “Really? Did she ever write a romance novel then?” Irene asked her picking the interest. “She’s only ever wrote ‘Mystery/thriller/horror’ that girl doesn’t know romance, she used to scare guys away with her creepy interest in horror and paranormal, In high school, the guys would run away during the courage test but she used to run around to catch the ghosts, that’s why she never got her chance on romance.” Tasha sighed, shaking her head.

Fоr a year оr mоrе their lovemaking hаd bееn wіld and аbаndоnеd, swapping, swinging, оnе on one аdvеnturеѕ tо be shared lаtеr, there hаd bееn nо bounds аnd Bеlіndа wаѕ mоrе deeply іn lоvе wіth hеr husband than ѕhе hаd еvеr bеlіеvеd роѕѕіblе. It hаdn’t сhаngеd оvеrnіght, іt hаd bееn grаduаl. Richard hаd еvеntuаllу stopped hіѕ one оn оnе аdvеnturеѕ аnd hаd nо tales of wіld sex tо tеll.

That unbearable, traitorous flutter. “I hate you,” she whispered once, her head against his chest. “But you’re the only one who stays.” And he stayed. Not because he had to. But because he wanted to. What is love, if born from guilt? If nurtured in silence? Is it real? Or is it a betrayal—of pain, of memory, of the woman she once was, and the man who was supposed to be hers? These are questions no one dares ask out loud. Not Knile. Not Cayleigh. Not even Aki.

It sends her into a memory It was her first kiss with her last lover. She remembers feeling fireworks exploding inside her. She just couldn’t get enough. “—— “ she kisses back, becoming more possessive with each kiss. She pushes him back “are you sure about this ———“ she asks not wanting to rush anything. He nodded “if you want it so do I” he says. He nuzzled into her neck and bit her. She snaps back.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

Female lead books: -Sold To The Savage Alpha -Love, Lies, and Hidden Truth Male Lead books: -The Divorced Billionaire -From Squalor To Splendor Thanks amigos 😊

" Gabriella Harrison, How far we've come still impresses me. Now that we've gone through so many challenging circumstances, we are here. I recall our initial encounter at the college. You've simply stopped me in my tracks. Making you mine forever and always was all that was on my mind at the time. I saw a wonderful future for us. I decided to make you my wife and my children's mother. And looks like I did. At least of one and more to come. Who cares if we went through a difficult time? You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, despite all the good times and difficulties we have experienced together. I want to claim you as mine because I will love you forever and a day aft

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

Sophia Celastio I love reading so much, it’s like going to a different world to me. We can imagine how the girl looks like and the boy looks like and how they build their relationship. I love it. It’s an addiction. I never read Romeo and Juliet because it has a sad ending, I hate sad endings. I love a story such as The Last Song, She’s the Man, Bridal Waves and the list goes one. Twisted story but with happy endings in the end.

Rachel walks behind me and sits on the chair beside me, the one Janice had filled yesterday. I look around the classroom and notice that the students present are more than yesterday's by this time. Can I love Mr Harper even more? After looking seat by seat, I see that Janice is not yet in class. Seems like warnings don't work on her. I bring out my notebook and scribble today's date on the second page since the first one is already filled to the brim with notes from yesterday's lessons. The school bell ringing fills our ears, denoting it's time for the first period.