Historical Romance Goodreads Novels & Stories

“But immediately you feel better, I’m taking you down here. What kind of books do you like? Fiction, non-fiction or historical?” “Any really, but mostly historical.” I replied in a more cherry voice. Her excitement is starting to rub off on me. “Ooohh, which books have you read? I bet you that I know.” “Lycan history mostly.” Her smile broadened. “I have just what you would love.”

“I read I guess- “Wow, what type of novels do you read?” She grinned wearing an excited look. I don’t read novels though. “Historical?” I guessed since I like to read documentaries. “Wow, that’s interesting. I sometimes read historical novels as well. Not all the time though, I love its romance” She put in and I nodded and it was silence again. “I…I’m done with my drink. So, I should go” I told her after standing from my seat. “Yeah me too, let’s go” She eagerly stood and followed me. Oh God, I thought as she started talking again after we walked out of the cafe together.

Yeah, join the club. I sighed, wondering just how long I’d be stuck down here. I combed my fingers through my hair, pulling it up into a messy bun on the top of my head. Unruly red curls with a mind of their own fell around my face. My body propped itself up against the wall, my hand reaching for the book that I was currently reading. This was my third time reading “Outlander” by Dianna Gabaldon. Her series was one that I really enjoyed. A twentieth-century nurse went back in time to eighteenth-century Scotland. It was filled with love and loss as well as honor and betrayal. Her writing had it all.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

She caught herself smiling the more she thought about Xavier sitting on the reading chair and a romance novel placed under the antique lamp. So he loved romance. Yet he was so terrible at it! Is he though? She asked herself again as she picked an old book with an eye-catching title. She could tell the book was at least sixty to seventy years old but well preserved. It only had a title on it but Halle could tell it would be good. She sat down on the reading table and even though she didn’t need the lamp, she turned it on, a relaxed smile on her face as she began to read, lost in the world that the book pulled her into.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

My heart is, and always will be yours. Jane Austen. While Sarah was looking at books with Finn, Annie wandered around looking at the new releases. There were a few historical novels that looked interesting but then she spotted one that really caught her eye. She wandered over to the very busy display, it was much busier here than anywhere else in the store. Picking up a copy of the book she flipped it over to read the blurb on the back. She was surprised to see it was a book about the Templars when she was jostled from all sides as shoppers grabbed a copy for themselves. Frowning, Annie moved away from the crowd and flicked through the book, it seemed the book depicted the Templars as humans

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.

They have merged at this point and it is all just thoughts of Adriana. I ignored my body’s reaction to her and got ready to indulge in doing something she loved. I could connect with her through this. I started reading, and sure enough, it sounded like a fucking love story. Who the hell would romanticize history for heaven’s sake? It is written in the old dialect. Not the refined version that I mostly grew up hearing, but the native one. You could see the swirls in the writing. And a lot of parts were hidden messages. The book must have been boring because I fell asleep. Not even through the first chapter. I woke up in the same chair, except the library was empty.