Historical Love Stories Books の小説・ストーリー

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

"I came here to help and you pulled me into your bed every single time!" She pushed his chest, breathing fast. "Because I was starving for years! My husband barely touched me and now you make me feel like a woman again but the guilt is eating me alive." Her voice broke. "Why won't you just leave if this is so wrong?" Ryan grabbed her arms, pulling her against his hard body. "Because I love you, Megan! I have loved you for years and it killed me watching you with him." In the heat of the moment he crashed his mouth on hers, kissing her deep and hungry, tongues fighting.

Something almost every woman goes through. The last time I had my period, the pain was so bad I couldn't even get out of bed. All I asked for was a glass of hot water. He called me dramatic. I laughed bitterly to myself. Love and indifference really are that obvious, even if nothing physical had happened between them yet. Three days passed. Ryan still hadn't come home. I didn't waste the time either. I started packing up my things, little by little. The house was his before the marriage, so I was the one who had to leave.

She knew it was too late and that by this time next week, Austin would have it. Austin sat in his office when the messenger came in. He jumped up and took the letter and this time it said from Nicole and even had her seal on it. His heart skipped as there was nothing from Marie, just Nicole. He sat down and read it and he felt his heart shatter at what she had written. He had done worse damage and now she was returning the favor and he didn't know how to deal with it. Part of him wanted to cry because he had hurt her so bad and the other part was angry and wanted to tell her off and that they wouldn't have a future. But like she said, he was still in love with her and he couldn't let her go.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

“Yes. It was between a vampire and human. His story is not really about adultery. It is all masked, hidden. It’s an allegory. It’s really about us. Our kind. More specifically: it’s about you. Their child. The half breed.” Caitlin felt the world spinning beneath her. The ramifications were overwhelming. She also couldn’t help feeling that the story was repeating itself, that, generations later, she was playing out the same pattern. A forbidden romance. Two races. Her and Caleb. Repeating history once again, following in the footsteps of her ancestors. It made her wonder if lifetime after lifetime just repeated itself, endlessly. They slowly surveyed the room. It was hard to see in the fading

She’d been Miss Scarlet that afternoon, the one murdered in that game. ‘He did not embarrass me, Petros. Now do you remember the story or not?’ Petros nodded and laughed. ‘Of course I do, but remind me.’ Sighing, Carrie began, ‘The story I told her wasn’t in the book, it was one my father had often told me. It was called the Child of the Sea. He loved the sea, didn’t he?’ she mused thoughtfully. ‘Ironic, that the sea caused his death, in a roundabout way.’

With our daughters by our side, witnessing this love and growing within it, I know we are building a legacy of affection, respect and complicity. As I look to the horizon, I see a future full of promise and possibility. Each chapter of our history is a page that we will continue to write, with love and happiness as the guiding threads. Life's journey can be challenging, but with you by my side, Ricardo, I know it's a journey worth taking. So, as we hold each other's hands and look to the future with smiles full of love and happiness, I feel a deep gratitude for every moment we shared. Our story is a love song that echoes through time, a melody that will never fail to move us.

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