Lesbian Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

In spite of his discomfort, Logan remained silent, still breathing irregularly. Logan was aware of Myrene's background story. She became queen after the death of King Theodore, who was rumored to have been killed by a pack of werewolves while hunting. However, the veracity of this story was disputed. Myrene was known to punish anyone who spread this rumor, indicating her discomfort with the topic. Logan believed the story to be true, causing the woman to hold a grudge against the werewolf nation. However, why did Myrene collect them as husbands instead of killing them all? Was this her way of abusing them?

Lewis was the fourth victim and a gasp flew from Ophelia's mouth upon seeing through the fog, Finlay's beta hungrily kissing a maid inside the room where drums of wine were stored in the castle. It was true she was a lesbian. No wonder she didn't behave like a female. However, she was stronger than they thought. Lifting plentiful bricks at once, carrying a boat with one hand, fighting with a hefty man, and hooking her legs around his neck, before sending him to the ground of the fighting arena. The crowd broke into cheers from the Yellowstone pack, where she came from. The whole twenty ships were in chaos, people were breaking into fights and arguments. "You fucked my wife!?" One man bellowe

Because she was only trying to respect the wishes of her future Luna and Princess, and I still needed her help. This revelation provided me with the perfect opportunity to begin getting my little mate acquainted with the world she had been fated to, simply by being my mate. A world it turns out, she was already secretly attracted to. Among the archives I had brought with me from the Royal library, I had brought some diaries converted into a form of novels. They were from some of the most historic Lycan leaders. And with them, their epic love stories. Stories detailed much like an erotica fictional novel. Perfect material, to teach my princess without the pressures of reality crashing down ar

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock. Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match. “No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she says. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I hate to the very core. She’s fucking British. ~~~ The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies

The name of a certain novel came inside of her mind— The Lady's Possessive Prince— and thinking about it, she found it funny how she had to dream about the novel now. The novel was quite popular amongst her workmates, and the reason she took interest in it was because of how the female lead had the same name to her— 'Seraphine'. Reading it, Seraphine got to learn how it took place in the western historical setting, and the era wasn't quite clear to her. The story centered around the female lead, 'Seraphine'. Like all the female lead, 'Seraphine' was kind and well-liked by most around her, and throughout the story, she gained love of more people.

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

Today was not any different, I was curled up on the couch, reading the same historical book I have been reading for the last few days. The book is quite interesting and helpful, shedding a bright light on the history of werewolves and their settlements in City San Zero hundreds of years ago. It encompasses the wars, the fallen Alphas and their deceased fated mates. The past Lunas. The list of conquered territories. “Omega, it’s time for your lunch,” Remi chirps happily as she easily settles on her knees, placing the tray of food on the centerpiece. I push myself up, dropping the book beside me.