Historical Romance Goodreads Novels & Stories

"Good. Let's sit." We found seats in the back. Vivienne Bunn's voice filled the small space, reading from her latest book. A dark romance about a woman who falls for the man sent to destroy her. I got lost in her words. The cadence of violence dressed as poetry. Obsession framed as devotion. For forty-five minutes, I forgot about everything else. When the reading ended, people began lining up for signings. I started to stand, but Lucien's hand landed on my knee.

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

Some people just have the strangest combination of words. I yawned into my hand before taking out my paperback novel. Historical romance was my thing. I like to lose myself in the old words, petticoats, and lords that fell head over heels with the maid or the wallflower. I eyed the streets. Almost two stops from my destiny, but traffic had made my travel time longer. I texted the mom not to worry, that I was on my way and she called me right away.

Heaving a long and drawn-out sigh, Roselle lifted her face and her eyes swept through the large library. The five books she had chosen were unexpectedly all about the vampire empire's history. She would love to delve more into their history as she was curious to know, but at that moment, her curiosity about her husband's past was way stronger that she had actually wished she could just find a book personally dedicated just about him. Roselle thought that if there ever was a book that contained the details of Romeo's secrets and of his past, the book should be looking like… her eyes just wandered around for minutes as if she were looking for something.

Of all the people she had mistakenly bothered, it had to be the man who Lady Francine had dubbed these days as ‘a jerk’. He had on reading glasses and a book in his hand that had a dark blue hardcover with the title ‘Veranda’. One of the ones she saw in the shop and the one that nobles and commoner ladies alike are reading recently. A romance story about a country bumpkin who swept the attention of a widowed man who has a daughter. She didn’t see the appeal of it so just chucks it up as generic romance. The women of Polvaros seem to be enamored with it, however. Maybe her taste in books is broken since even Rodrick, who his mistress has to describe as a soulless man, was enjoying his time wi

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

she decided, needing a distraction from the silence. She changed into a soft, sleeveless beige knit dress that fell to her mid-thigh. She got comfortable in the center of her large bed, propping her laptop on a pillow and scrolling through a streaming service, her boredom making her restless. She needed something immersive. Her cursor hovered over a popular, steamy historical drama known for its explicit scenes. “Perfect,” she chirped, clicking play.