Novel & Cerita Historical Roman Fiction

The Gladiator’s Prize! Intro: This is set in the heart of ancient Rome, the Gladiator's Prize is a tale of forbidden passion and raw desire. Claudia; a spirited noblewoman trapped in a gilded cage of societal expectations, finds herself captivated by Lucius, a celebrated gladiator known as the Lion of Rome. After watching him fight in the Colosseum, Claudia becomes consumed by thoughts of the untamed warrior whose strength and intensity awaken a yearning she has long suppressed.

Roman probably saw me as his sex toy too. There was no way in hell that Roman would date a poor person who came from a dysfunctional family like me. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." I muttered, feeling that familiar, heavy sensation of despair pang my chest. Some days ago, I had looked up Roman's exes on the internet, mainly because I was bored and partly because of curiosity and simply said, I was left astounded by the barrage of names and pictures of the women he had dated in the past.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

One evening, Lucia entered the library and found Roman standing near the window. Alone. He rarely spent time alone. Which made her hesitate. For several seconds neither spoke. Then Roman surprised her. “Sit.” Lucia blinked. It wasn’t a request. She sat. Roman remained standing. Looking out toward the estate grounds. Finally he spoke. “When I built this empire, people thought it would collapse.” Lucia remained quiet. Roman rarely discussed the past. “I spent years proving them wrong.” His voice remained calm. Measured. “But empires don’t fall from one attack.”

''Now heading to the history,'' He says, standing on one of the stones, ''The History of Colosseum includes the First Gladiatorial Fight in Rome, the Rise of the Gladiator Games, the Origin and Concept of the Colosseum, Vespasian and the Flavian Amphitheatre (the Colosseum), History of the Colosseum and the Roman Emperors and the story of Telemachus and the end of the Gladiatorial Games. ''This history of the Roman Colosseum started hundreds of years before it was actually built when the tastes of Roman citizens craved the excitement and blood lust of the gladiatorial games. Their taste for blood and this form of entertainment dates back to 264AD when the first recorded Roman gladiatorial co

’ he chuckled making his master look at him. ‘Are you sick or something?’ Hadrian asked, taking his chuckle for a cough. ‘No, I just remembered something.’ Anton answered thinking that his Hadrian might resemble the Hadrian of the Ancient Roman Empire. ‘Have you read anything about the Ancient Romans?’ he asked casually. ‘A little, why did you ask?’ Hadrian asked, not knowing where this conversation is going. ‘Nothing, I might have something that can relate to what you are doing now.’ Anton said with Hadrian looking at him curiously. ‘Although I find it amusing that you don’t know something, despite your constant addiction with books.’ The old butler mused.

Every time she saw Romeo together with Julius she would sneak and peek on them. One night she decided not to go to bed early as she usually did. She knew that her brother had invited his friend to their home. She waited until the late hours of the night. She heard their footsteps and decided to sneak behind their backs. What she saw make her weak at the knees. No wonder Romeo had not had a serious relationship with the girl he once dated in their village. Nomusa was a beautiful and perfect young girl. She had beauty and brains. Zamantungwa knew that Nomusa could make a perfect wife one day. She was also coming from the royal family. She and Nomusa were getting along so well and she knew tha

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

Roman said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Fabiano grinned. “It’s called brotherhood, Bella. We insult each other, we drink, and occasionally, we save each other’s asses.” Roman’s mouth twitched despite himself. “You’ve never saved mine.” “Ah, but I have,” Fabiano countered with mock seriousness. “Milan, 2019. That scandal with the heiress and the champagne fountain where you were caught with your…” Roman’s voice dropped an octave. “Finish that story, and I swear…”

He dusted off his tunic and while he did a group of people had formed behind us. “Noblemen and women, I am Romulus, the owner of the Nubian, famous for his large cock. No normal woman can take him, therefore I bring to you four of the most exotic and beautiful women in all lands so you can, with your own eyes, watch as the Nubian ravishes them.”