Lesbian Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Love, Lust, Lies Series A Woman’s Worth Completed (Exclusive in GoodNovel) Augustine Kings and Allana Dellaney BxG A Twisted Desire On-Going Leerion Taves and Travis Ampher BxB A Mistress’ Sin soon Ji Xuan and Jin Wei BxG A Daughter’s Sacrifice soon Connor Tamzin and Maisie Watson BxG A Heart’s Cry soon Jordi Norris and Hiraeth Anther BxG A Lady’s Agony soon Elteen Davis and Traci Norris BxG A Wild Chase soon Rupert Permitivo and Scarlet Heisenberg BxG A Marionette’s Shackles soon Luther Pendragon and Erin Montague BxG

She died in her throne chair, with her bloody crown on her head, they made her body the spectacle of the kingdom reminding the power not only The Royal Blood can have. Yubin was sure that this is that novel. The title of the book was 'Lost Queen' a tragic romance story, written by: Olavier Belet an English/Japanese author... The novel he wrote was about 20 years ago, it was a novel it never got the ideal reads since it can't be read below 18-year-old, this book has too many fetish scenes and blood that might cause a child to dream a nightmare... So it was privately banned, so few people we're able to get this book before it gets banned.

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller) Thank you for reading!

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I let my mind drift back to the interrogation, to the way she spat at me, the way she refused to break, even as I cut into her skin, even as I took her body again and again, even as I pushed her to the edge of what she could endure, she did not break, she bent, she swayed, she cried out in pleasure and pain alike, but she did not break, and that is what makes her precious, that is what makes her mine, not the bruises I left on her skin, not the seed I spilled inside her, but the unyielding core of her that refuses to surrender even as she surrenders, the contradiction at her heart that draws me like a moth to flame. I finish the whiskey and pour another, and I think about the future, about w

The specific hatred of a woman who had seen the full architecture, who had understood every layer of it, who had been inside it for months and had emerged from the dissolution with the filing intact, and who was lying in a sedative haze in a manor in Lancashire being chemically managed by a man who had done this before and would do it again if she did not find a way out. Perfect. Complete. Crystalline. And it burned through the pharmaceutical haze for one brief, clarifying moment, hot and clean and focused. In that moment, before the dark pulled me under, I hated Carlisle Brocandale with everything I had left. With the woman in the margin notes and the settlement letter against my hip and th

She was mine. And I was hers. 66 SABRINA His touch burned. It always did. But now, there was something more—something that twisted around my heart and squeezed. The heat between us was more than just passion. It was a tether, a chain that bound us together in a way I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t escape this. I couldn’t escape him. I thought of the past—of who I was before all this. The girl who dreamed of something better, the girl who longed for a love that wasn’t tainted.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

In his world, brothers often shared the same woman because it was easiest. Humans would be appalled that Lycans engaged in polyamorous relationships. Up to four men per woman. It had always been that way, and while the shifter council was slowly coming around to changing those laws, Trent didn't see the packs adapting as quickly, not when females of their kind were so rare. Females of their kind? Stunned at a sudden insight, Trent got out of the truck and strode to the motel door. He didn't knock before entering and ended up facing off against Darren and Marc. Jaxon never budged from his chair, although he did have his gun pointed at the doorway.

She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips. While her wounded heart pounded and her body being aroused by such striking beauty, the lamp disgorged a drop of burning oil from the tip of its flame and fell upon the goddess's right stomach. It was unspeakable and unforgivable to taint a glorious body of a god - a crime punishable by death.