New Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Sleeves smirked when he saw Kara shut her eyes for a second and bit her lower lip, probably to suppress her moan. “You love what I’m doing to you. Don’t you, my love?” “Get the fuck away from me, Adam,” Helen said with venom in her voice, still not opening her eyes. “Yes, baby! I love it when you talk dirty to me and I love you more for calling me by my name.” He nuzzled her chest area, then placed a kiss where her almost faded tattoo was. “Just like old times.” He whispered. “Get off me, you bastard!” She pushed Adam off her and for the first time since they reunited, he saw nothing but full hatred and disgust in her eyes and that made Adam freeze for a minute. He had never seen this side o

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar

"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."

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.

She flipped a few empanadas over while explaining, "Western Hopeldon is an old town area, which means it's rich in history. There are many old buildings sporting the vintage architecture style in this place. "The eras of human civilization and the civilization's development always go hand in hand. We can make good use of people's tendency to become nostalgic from time to time. If let's say we combine the modern era and the ancient ruins of culture we have here, won't it be a new attractive combination?" Many people loved exploring old castles and quaint villages. Some also viewed ancient historical ruins and sites as their go-to destinations just so they could experience the power of history

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I replied immediately and he Cracked. "Don't worry. It's just first times. That's what it feels like" he said and I became bashful again. "You know, Bethel" he said more calmly. "At first, when this whole marriage stuff started, I had been really pissed off. I was so angry with everyone and even you and saw everything as a mistake. "But now, I'm certain it was destined and there couldn't be anyone more perfect for me. "I love you, Bethel". I felt my heart skip. My endocrine system vibrated.