Love Inspired Historicals Novels & Stories

She was just as interested in history as we were, so we would have occasional evenings where we would get together to chat about it. Immediately, my heart contracted with extreme pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks again and again. "Damn," I scolded myself, "why did I even have to think about those two?". They were so damn happy together. It was the same as always. I envied her and was alone. I didn't get the guy I wanted. How? I would definitely never be one of his many one night stands!

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

I must confess that money is good but marrying a younger man is the best cause marriage would become even more perfect. I left his room nodding my head. Mr Chancy is doing all that he can to put a smile on my face, showering me with expensive gifts, taking me to exotic places whilst the least I got from Larry was a rose flower once in a while but I still liked it that way, at least I loved him as much as he loved me. Money might put smiles on faces but I can't deny the fact that money is not everything, I don't think that expensive gifts or going to exotic places would ever make me fall in love with Mr Chancy, it's totally impossible as far as I am concerned.

“Do you know the connection, Miss Butler?” I nodded my head. I loved history, choosing fact or fiction most trips I took to the county library the last three years. I had read all about the Roman Empire, it’s leaders and their dynamics. “Okay, then. You all discuss it. You have five minutes left.” I locked eyes with Owen as he gave me that delicious dimpled smirk but I chose to ignore it, instead turning to Bethany as I explained the whole love triangle, first between Fulvia and Cleopatra and then between Cleopatra and Octavia and how Mark Antony and Octavian both used the three women to their advantage.

- Accidentally Married (Contains Book One and Two) - A step closer to love - Learning to Love Mr Billionaire - Lies Behind Bars: The Hidden Life - Legacy of Love and War - 21st Century Bride. Thank you for support See you soon. If you've read up till now, you can swipe on to the next book, as this particular next paragraph is just a repetition of the above. Writing this has been an emotional journey and I would not lie that I may or may not have gotten sidetracked while I was writing this book and had gotten invested in the story line of the supporting characters and went all in, giving them so much life.

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

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?

Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold. The chapter of this day closed, but their story was far from over. It was an ongoing masterpiece, created with love, painted with moments, and bound by time. A love story between a painter and a historian, a story set in the beautiful lavender fields of Provence, under the radiant Provençal sun. A love story that, like the sun, would rise again with a new day, bringing with it, new moments to cherish and new memories to create.

The mysterious figure, now known as Olivia, brought with her a wealth of knowledge about our intertwined past, unlocking doors to long-hidden secrets and shedding light on the dark corners of our family history. Olivia, having spent years delving into the depths of our ancestry, presented us with a collection of old letters, photographs, and journals that revealed a forbidden love affair between our ancestors—lovers torn apart by a cruel twist of fate. As we pored over the faded pages and studied the faces captured in time, we began to understand the complexities of our shared lineage.