Napoleon Romance Novels & Stories

he said flatly. “I—He—It’s complicated.” “No,” Aurelio said, stepping even closer. “Slate is complicated. You… are very simple to read.” My face flushed. “Then what am I thinking?” “That you want me to touch you.” He leaned down, his lips almost brushing my jaw. “And that terrifies you more than it should.” My breathing stuttered. “Then why aren’t you?” I whispered. He pulled back, looking at me like I was something rare, delicate, breakable.

Valerine, draped in a robe, emerged from the bathroom, her expression curious. "I'm sorry, darling. I had forgotten I took so long," Nero apologized, touching his forehead. Valerine, unsure of what had transpired, looked at the ground, inviting Nero to share. "Just tell me what happened, and maybe I'll forgive you." Nero took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It's nothing, really. It's just something about my daughter." Curiosity piqued, Valerine smiled lovingly at Nero. "Yes, my lord, I do. You did nothing wrong, my love."

said Lilian as she stared at her , her voice never wavering " But he waited for you , not me " said Chelsea breathing hard trying to ease her heartbeat to normal " yet why do you insist , that he loved me " " He didn't wait for me because he loved me , he waited because I was perfect for him " sighed Lilian as she looked at the Aurora glittering in the sky " You might not know this but Rogue's obsession was all due to the unhappy marriage between his father and mother . For the sake of Love , The Emperor married the current Empress but he couldn't stabilize his court , he wasn't able to silence the voices that rose against the current Empress, who was previously a country bumpkin and the dau

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

“No, Dad. You can't do that.” “Yes, I can!” His father snapped his head to him, his eyes turned darker in anger. Then he swallowed and looked away in disappointment again. “I can't even look at you. How can you attempt to rape a woman when there are many others out there waiting for you to stick your shit in them. Do you have an idea of what rape does to women? Do Y’all think they enjoy it? Well, they don't!” Antonio snapped. Jasmine noticed that he was more hurt than angry. He wasn't angry at all, he was pained.

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

Disgustingly, I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact Ronan might be losing interest in me or that the remaining hours of my papa’s life were ticking down on the timeclock. The most revolting part of the scenario didn’t have to do with either of those things. As Ronan’s back disappeared from view, taking his “fucks” and the smell of the forest with him, a sense of loneliness took his place—a solitude Yulia’s presence couldn’t fill. “Je le hais. Tu le hais. Nous le haïssons.” I hate him. You hate him. We hate him. I stared at the ceiling, wearily conjugating French verbs in the most amusing way I could muster.

What does her noble behaviour say about me? Shakespeare’s Rosalind was a possibility, but for the future. Her cross-dressing was an activity that would require serious research, and my itch needed scratching sooner rather than later. My eye spots Mademoiselle de Maupin, Gautier’s most successful novel. This is a woman to copy. She appears, dressed as a man. She causes her friend Rosette and Rosette’s lover to fall in love with her. It is a complicated triangle, involving homosexual and heterosexual affairs. Rosette falls in love with de Maupin, as a man, but is really entering a lesbian affair, while Rosette’s lover, d’Albert, believes he is entering a gay relationship, but it is actually he

"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."

Sophie could not help but say, “The both of you did not know or understand each other before you got married. So, there is naturally no emotional foundation between the both of you. At the same time, the both of you only got married at your grandfather’s request. Isn’t that a typical arranged marriage? This is just like Marie Antoinette’s marriage to Louis XVI in ancient history. The both of them did not have any feelings for each other, and they only got married at Louis XVI’s mother’s request.” With that said, Sophie suddenly thought of something as she asked offhandedly, “It seems as though Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette never had any romantic feelings between them throughout their whole