Historical Romance Novels With Love Triangles Novels & Stories

No amount of alcohol was able to relieve the pain he felt inside, he was all broken and shattered. He loved this girl, he was even willing to let it all go for the sake of his love for her. But she told him she was in love with Carlos, and she was only marrying him because her father insisted. And Carlos also affirmed that he's in love with Angel, his own Angel. How could it not hurt? He has been betrayed by two of the most important people in his life. Suddenly he couldn't see anything, and everywhere suddenly felt hot. His head was spinning, and so was his stomach.

Back to Clara “ Why, why why. …..” Clara hit her hands on the staring. “ Why is this happening to me.?” She couldn't bear the pains of seeing Ava in pain. “ I regret knowing the Lucas family, if this is how I will be laid for loving his son's. This is not the first, nor am I the last to have fallen victim to a love triangle.” “ Moreover, I didn't plan for this, I didn't.” Clara felt so worried while driving. “ I can't concentrate.” She said, which made her park beside the road.

“Please don't tell me this is a werewolf novel or a vampire romance novel.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it's a historical romance novel.” "OH!" I was amazed at Athena's persistence in getting someone to read something she loved. “How did she succeed in getting you to read this kind of book? I know you are not the romantic type of man, not even the type who likes history.”

Alice asked. “Of course, of course.” Jane said, snapping back. “I can handle thing from here.” “Thank you.” Alice said as she left. Once she was out of Jane’s office, Alice’s confused expression flipped straight into anger. She was heading to the elevator. “How dare he kiss me.” She whispered to herself. Walking down the hall. “I don’t even like him, I’m in love with Hector. She continued, looking confused again. “So why is my heart still beating like this.” She Said as she reached the elevator.

You might be wondering why I want her back. I can't live without her and the thought of that guy kissing and touching her was fresh in my memory . I wanted to kill him, why would he touch what was mine. Maybe I should have killed him. I don't want anyone for Scarlett. She is mine alone. I fucking love her and I'm messed up I know but I can't let her go. When I saw her I panicked. I thought what happened to laurel would repeat itself. I was scared but what scared me more was when Scar told me she didn't love me again.. When she broke up.. I'm not letting her go any more she is mine now.

the Count said, turning toward her, “having met three of the four Greenborne princesses, I wonder how any man is supposed to choose among such beauties.” Loren’s pulse fluttered. “That is the most artful diplomatic compliment I’ve ever heard.” “The Lady Rowan is your betrothed,” the Prince observed. “If I recall correctly.” “Ah, Rowan.” The Count’s smile softened. “We met at King Arion’s Hall some time ago. Love matches are rare enough in our position. When one presents itself, a man would be foolish not to recognise it.” Loren felt Mariselle glance at her. It was the same look they had exchanged when Rowan had declared, in front of the King, that Count Xander was a useless, painted peacock.

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.

Nico lies back with Marcella on his chest, whispering nonsense to her, smiling every time her fingers curl into his shirt. Riccardo holds Camilla, rocking slightly, his thumb brushing small, steady circles on her back. She’s awake, watching him like she already trusts him completely. But I notice something about my lovers…. None of them stick to just their baby. When Marcella cries, Vincenzo reaches for her. When Camilla stirs? He notices. He doesn’t love only one. He protects all three like a quiet king guarding a fragile empire. Nico is chaos wrapped in devotion.

Loving him was a crime Not a metaphor, not a whispered exaggeration lovers used to feel dangerous. In Averyn, love—when forbidden —was not forgiven. It was answered with death. Swift. Public. Unquestioned. It was a law carved with blood and governed without mercy. Desire was not to be claimed in Averyn, it was regulated strictly with loyalty. Step-siblings, sworn kin, promised women, high-profile individuals, and the commoner: sacred bonds, any romance that crosses these lines is met with the same sentence.