Napoleon Romance Novels & Stories

NATALIA PROLOGUE “Is this what you wanted, kotyonok?” The words are no more than a harsh whisper against my skin in the dimly lit room, his husky voice heavy with the desire that holds us captive. “Tell me,” he orders, and although the room is not properly illuminated enough for me to make out much, I can tell he’s staring at my face because his eyes are a hot brand on my skin. “Does it please you to see a man as powerful as myself driven to his knees for a little thing like you?”

Ronin wasn’t the lion anymore; he was a ghost haunting his own halls. The heavy oak doors creaked open. Nathalie walked in first, his posture upright, radiating the quiet confidence of a man who had won a war without firing a single shot. I followed a step behind him, my heart hammering a frantic, guilty rhythm against my ribs. Nathalie didn’t stop until he was standing directly over his father. He didn’t offer a hand. He didn’t offer a word of comfort. “Dad,” Nathalie said, his voice smooth and cold as marble. “We’re getting married. Bella finally agreed.”

The sound of the waves rolling on the beach and the nocturnal animals sounded in the dark night like a natural symphony that sent a mystical aura making everything feel romantic as if they were the only two in the world. JC's hands help Anna's slender body to move up and down stomping with her mighty rod as the axis. Anna moaned and sighed at the frictional pleasure that came from that wild passion. She felt full under the warm water that enveloped her and the effects of the Champagne's alcohol made her body hot. "Aaakkhhh ...!" Anna sighed as she reached the peak of her romance with JC. Then she rested her head on the man's shoulder. While JC's lips traveled down Anna's jaw and neck until s

Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her. Kate gasped and arched her back. She was beginning to find it almost impossible to concentrate on what Nero was saying. What he was doing to her had all but robbed her of the ability to speak normally. Yet she was aware that their strange conversation was an integral part of their lovemaking. ‘What,’ she asked through gritted teeth, ‘is a nénuphar?’

Romero threw his glass of whisky at the screen in temper shattering the TV he cursed angrily, Lei non è la sua fottuta ragazza e se lui la tocca io lo ucciderò fottutamente’ [She is not his fucking girlfriend and if he touches her I will fucking kill him] Juliette was having a wonderful time, the Crown Prince was the son of a friend of Carlotta’s and she had wangled them an invite on his birthday cruise. He was thirty and very handsome, tall, with jet black hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, he was charming and attentive. She went to the nightclubs with him dancing crazily until the early hours and drinking lots of champagne, when they returned to the yacht he kissed her passionately but n

"And when nipotina came into the picture, I felt revived. I was in shock at first, then I was in denial, before I finally learned to accept the miracle. There was nothing anyone could tell me, for me not to believe your Nonna had come back to me. When I learned she was dating Anthonio, I was quite glad because that would mean her truly becoming a part of Russo. But on a certain day, she spilled the beans about being stuck on the island with you. She talked about how infuriating you had been, how much unfeeling you had been, and how you parted ways with her like your stay together for 3 weeks didn't make a difference to you. She didn't say a word about you both actually having quite the tumbl

The poet Byron Amerth still went unrecognized in his lifetime. Ray couldn't help wondering, in the actual history, whether Seraphine and the famed General Rutger Kane had ever really had an affair. He obviously couldn't ask Seraphine now. She'd belonged to him for a long time already, and he'd been the first to have her. But doing the math on Emperor Leopold's age, well, by that point in his life he genuinely couldn't have managed much, even with medicine to prop him up, certainly not enough to satisfy a consort in the prime of her youth.

I only hoped it was not a bloody stinker that I was digging up by rummaging among the details of May’s past life. Nothing of so much importance was to be found throughout the large abode, besides many Indian curiosities, several relics, undated artifacts, and picturesque pulled of Napoleon Bonaparte, a favorite hero of Aunt May. It became clear to me that to get a proper view into this woman’s life was to dig yet deeper into hidden documents and memorandums.

"Okay. Be brave! I don't know how you manage to remain unmoved in front of such a handsome man. But I would have jumped on him a long time ago." "That's for sure !" I replied laughing and then Leonce accompanies me in this crazy laugh. We go to our classroom to wait for our exams. Charles Naëlla disappointed me enormously. I can't forgive her for what she did to me. How could she agree to marry this rich man, just because I am poor. It's true that her father forced her to, but I expected her to stand up to him and oppose this stupid decision. Or at least, that she finds another alternative and not to accept this marriage. I offered to take a huge amount of money from her father and run

He shakes his head. I know that's an attempt to apologise, but I sit silent, waiting until he will speak again. "When I met your mother, wow, the hell broke loose. She charged at me, and I swear, I felt like my life was complete, and I was ready to die. Heaven and hell collided the same moment I saw her face. I already told you she was a warrior, the rare woman born under Hades' moon. Even before I knew about the moon, I knew she was special. We fought a lot, but the flame was there and impossible to ignore. I regret many things, but I don't regret ever being with her. Since we're being honest here, I won't keep anything from you, even if it sounds like an excuse. I didn't know she was pregn