Historical Love Novels Novels & Stories

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.

While they were talking, in the background someone could be heard singing, but Gabriel continued very indignant. -Miriam, I never forgot you, my love for you grows more every day, I, I was forced to get married, I left like that because if I said goodbye to you, I could never leave you, that's why I left you like that, you don't know after that everything got complicated while I didn't see you, and from time to time I heard from you, there was no problem, but after this night that I saw you so beautiful, in me awoke that love and desire for you, I love you, tell me, when you make love with him, you feel the same as you felt for me, when he kisses and hugs you, you feel the same as you felt w

Basil kept jogging beside him to match his pace. “To me, their chemistry was perfectly fine”. Tears welled up Alec eyes. He was hurting to know his one true love was in another's arms. “Don't say that”. Basil insisted. “It's true. I will lose my soul, body, and my throne. I will lose everything Basil, everything I ever got. To me, Daniel is my one true love and will forever be my one true love, but to Daniel Justin is his one true love. He had failed to see that all this time, and I'm happy for him”. Judging from the depth of his tone, Alec was burning right inside him, he could never predict such day come alive at him.

Over the years, however, he began to be bitter about it and stopped seeing her. Nicole grew up a spoiled but very welled loved girl. All the servants loved her and her parents devoted all of their time to her. Even though she was promised before birth, her mother assured her if she did find love, they would break things with the Count. She was happy in knowing this but she never laid eyes on Francis that she could recall. She hoped to see him before the wedding at least and maybe get to know him. She remained most of the time in the county at the Havenshire estate that would be part of her dowry. Her husband would inherit everything, the title, the lands, and everything else that came with t

Her sex squeezed Jacob's finger which was now motionless inside her. "I love it when you get so enraptured," Jacob said pulling his fingers out of his lover and sister-in-law. "Your beauty almost looks unreal when you orgasm like that." Mabel sighed as Jacob said the 'L' word. It was the reason she started her affair with him. He had feelings for her and Mabel had used Jacob's love as a tool to manipulate him. Jacob's love for her had made him malleable, different from the iron will of her late husband. Jacob has served as a great tool the past couple of years, but everything was now coming to a head. Soon enough she would have no more need for him.

Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold. The chapter of this day closed, but their story was far from over. It was an ongoing masterpiece, created with love, painted with moments, and bound by time. A love story between a painter and a historian, a story set in the beautiful lavender fields of Provence, under the radiant Provençal sun. A love story that, like the sun, would rise again with a new day, bringing with it, new moments to cherish and new memories to create.

She was the bride of a ghost king who loved her and she loved him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

He was charismatic and knew how to keep a conversation interesting, his devilish tongue has wooed more than one third of the SLake girls population. Nevertheless I suppose my beliefs are the reason I am single and I stand to say I won't settle for less, I didn't wait sixteen years to give myself to a scumbag, if I am ever going to date in high school that guy has to worth me... Read that again. Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Hei

The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

I asked, stopping him “I am not one of those weak females that you are used to enforcing whatever authorities that you think you have, nor am I one of those females that you can play around against. I will fight you back and I will respond the way that I see fit. She has been kicked out of her home, her family, and even her lover’s home because they were simply not afraid of challenging you about their love. And rather than supporting them, you chose to be the ones to break them apart. Okay, I am going to ask you now, what the fuck did you gain out of it?” “A family that has kept its pride. A history that was not tainted…” “Fucks sake, we all know that histories and historians find things th