New Historical Romance Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And what if he kissed her. Is all this just a misunderstanding.Was I wrong to make her suffer..I just hope we can forget the past and move forward.She's my wife now.I don't care about what happened in the past .I don't care if she lied about her family.All I want is a future with her.A future with Mrs Vida Kingston Ashford.That's who she is now,my wife. But I really need to talk to Caleb again to confirm what happened in the past.I just pray Dylan has nothing to do with this because he also told me he liked her.

"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."

He wasn't interested in other people's lives; as long as he and Paige could live happily, that was enough for him. "Ah..." Paige sighed softly, "I was hoping Tina and Niel would divorce. Then Tina could start a new life and build her career. She’ll then meet a handsome and wealthy man, marry him, and live happily ever after. Meanwhile, Niel would realize he had always loved Tina after the divorce and try to win her back, only to be harshly rejected by her." Chris felt strangely familiar with the plot. Wasn't it similar to the recently popular "romantic redemption" genre?

She had considered the possibility of running into him, but this… this was too sudden. The moment Logan’s eyes met hers, Jane quickly looked away, pretending not to see him.Even standing among four men, as petite as she was, Logan spotted her immediately. Jane? No. It couldn’t be her. The woman in front of him was far too elegant, too polished, too breathtaking. Not the quiet, country girl he had once married. This woman dressed sharply, exuding power couldn't be the same person he’d lost. But she was. The moment their eyes briefly met, something inside him twisted painfully. His chest tightened, a familiar ache rushing back. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered. More confident.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.