Jane Austen Romance Novels & Stories

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart.

“He came by to get a painting. We met by chance. He offered to take me to lunch, and I couldn’t refuse. I was hungry.” Her eyes softened slightly, but she wasn’t ready to let it slide just yet. “That still doesn’t explain why you were about to kiss him in the car, Bella! Is there something you're not telling me? Did you already make out? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like something is definitely going on.” “Hey! Don’t jump to conclusions,” I said quickly. “It was just an innocent lunch. That's it.” Jane scoffed, shaking her head. “That’s exactly how cute love stories begin, right? Harmless lunches, then dates, then date nights... and before you know it, you're living out the perfe

Xena interrupted her, making the next word wanting to come out got stuck in her throat. "I'm not interested in whatever happens in the novels, moreover if the books are good as you always claimed, why are you still single?" Broke out of her lips unexpectedly, her eyes widened, knowing she had spoken what hurt Jeanne. "I guess I will have to prove to you that this romantic novel can guide you in having a romantic relationship with your spouse, especially how to make your crush fall in love with you," Jeanne said in a light mood, Xena was expecting her to get angry.

He was still not taking this seriously. “You are such a bum.” I pushed him out of the way and walked. I did not know where I was going but Hector was following me. “Amour, I can not say that I kissed or slept with someone I did not kiss or sleep with. It is strictly platonic between Jane and I.” “Then show me the ladies that you had a romantic relationship with.”

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth, for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably. It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth, still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago, and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fo

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

Marian said, her body leaning towards me, her eyes filled with remorse. I could sense the sincerity in her voice and see the genuine regret in her expression.I shook my head. "I love Jane. She is my life, my wife, and everything. I can't just forget about her and move on. It's not fair to her or to myself." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. "I appreciate your apology, Marian, but the damage is done, and it's irreparable. We both need to find a way to move forward separately." Marian looks angry at my words and clenches her fists. "You can't just give up on us, on what we had!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration. "I understand that I made a mistake, but can't w

It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special. Elena approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders. "Gustave Flaubert" he replied. "French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She couldn't believe someone like Aaron was interested in romance. "All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging. Elena smiled, and then Aaron was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of what they would feel when they had to pull away.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.