New Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Then he takes me to his room, climbing the steps quickly, while he still holds me in his arms, my cheeks begin to turn a little red, as I watch his muscles tense around him. Upon arriving at his really clean and spacious room, he takes me in front of his bed to lie down on it delicately, while he runs his lips along my neck, making me feel in heaven, and then puts his hands on my breasts on the dress. He slowly tears off the beautiful dress, but my kind heart doesn't allow him to do it, so I stop him. “Don't destroy this,” I beg him between kisses. “It's Abby's.” He ignores me and breaks it in half, shushing me with his tongue in my mouth, the taste is incredibly delicious. Mint, champagne,

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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.

The mansion loomed silent under the moonlit night. Henry was miles away on yet another business trip, leaving his young wife, Jennifer alone with her frustrations. Jennifer's curvaceous figure had always turned heads, but her recent marriage to Henry had left her body aching for real passion. Her hazel eyes often lingered too long on Alex whose towering frame exuded raw masculinity. Alex had been hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her two weeks ago. The sexual tension simmered like a pot ready to boil over. Jennifer, unsatisfied by Henry's perfunctory attentions, felt her pussy throb whenever Alex's head turned her way.

she sobbed, “I need your help! The reporters won’t leave my house! I can’t even go outside! They… they’re twisting the story, saying I’m some kind of mistress.” Amelia held up a single finger, cutting her off. Delacroix’s lips snapped shut, but her eyes pleaded. “I can’t help you,” Amelia said coldly, “until you tell me exactly what went down between you and Daniel Carter.” Delacroix hesitated, tears pooling in her eyes. Then, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “I met Daniel once,” she admitted quietly, her fingers trembling. “It was in Spain, two years ago. I doubt he even remembers my face. I didn’t know he was married too, it was simply a drunken mistake.”

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

Happy, she stepped back outside with her purchases and walked around the shops again. Nicholas sent her a text to say he’d love to do dinner and whenever she was available, he’d make sure he was as well. She smiled. He seemed nearly perfect. He was charming and handsome, the money side of him was also slightly attractive. She tried to pretend it wasn’t, but the thought of never having to worry about paying a bill, or shopping whenever she felt like it, how could that not be tempting? There wasn’t anything fake about him, unlike her last boyfriend, Stephen, and he seemed to want a real relationship with her, unlike Carl. However, she couldn’t seem to rouse more than a slightly pleasant feelin

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”