History Of Love Novel Novels & Stories

I asked, stopping him “I am not one of those weak females that you are used to enforcing whatever authorities that you think you have, nor am I one of those females that you can play around against. I will fight you back and I will respond the way that I see fit. She has been kicked out of her home, her family, and even her lover’s home because they were simply not afraid of challenging you about their love. And rather than supporting them, you chose to be the ones to break them apart. Okay, I am going to ask you now, what the fuck did you gain out of it?” “A family that has kept its pride. A history that was not tainted…” “Fucks sake, we all know that histories and historians find things th

Elle sat at her table and stared at the laptop, “A romance novel, eh?” She heaved a sigh shaking her head, “What the point it was all cliche, he ate my ears complaining how bad it was.” She pouted sulkily. She opened the laptop regardless and placed her fingers on the keyboard, she closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fine, let’s give it a go,” She nodded determinedly. With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

Love. It was feisty word, and it was more feisty as a feeling than as a word. During my recovery in the hospital after Hakim had almost sent me to my early grave, I came across the story of Hadrian and Antinous. The love story of these folks who existed during the 2nd century in the Roman empire was something that I fell heavily in love with.

Didn't blink. She leaned down, eyes never leaving mine, and whispered against my lips. "I've loved you since the first time you looked at me like I wasn't just a headline or the Dankworth heir." And then she kissed me. Slow. Deep. Not desperate like the night before the storm, but anchored. Real. It was a promise made in the middle of all this ash. When she pulled back, I could barely breathe, not from pain, but from her. Then she added, her voice steel.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

I cried out in pain, in a desperate attempt to save my life. “You should have thought twice before plotting against Fenrir and me,” Damien growled and pushed me to the wall. I collided against the wall, my face covered in blood, could barely see anything. I wiped my face with my hand, and finally, I saw a sword on his bed. Rushing to his bed, I picked up the sword and charged at him, driving the sword through his stomach. I pulled the sword out, and Damien’s lifeless body fell to the ground. I stood there, my bloody hands trembling.

Gradually, my mind found peace in his companionship, and we decided to change our habit of running into walking together. I had no other boyfriends before Daniel. I wasn’t an unattractive girl; I had suitors, but I simply wasn't interested back then. When I asked Daniel if he had girlfriends before me, he said he did. His first love had died in a traffic accident, which was his trauma. His relationship with his second girlfriend didn’t last because of his obsession with his first love. I was his third girlfriend. Back then, Daniel seemed like the perfect person who filled a gap in my life, making me feel complete.