Old Western Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

Joan asked, confused by her aunt's words. "Well, it's an ancient practice, used only by a few at the moment" "An ancient practice that produces a huge amount of dollars, and I've never heard of it?" it was Joan's turn to stare at Francesca with some apprehension. To make Joan understand, Francesca brings out a shortlist of men -two men really- who had asked for her services and were capable of financing Hargreaves Corporation. "Pick one out of this two you would go on a date with," Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor.

Omega for the Alpha King (Book 1 in Wolfverse series) Forbidden for the Alpha King (Book 2 in Wolfverse series) Slave to the Alpha King (A Dark Romance Standalone) Mark of the Alpha King (A Dark Romance Standalone) Mr. CEO's Mistress (2 book series under the same book) Forced Marriage to the Secret Billionaire (A forced/Arranged Marriage and One night stand standalone) Forced by the Mafia (Revenge based Dark Romance Standalone) Life of Lies (A billionaire romance Standalone) Mated to the Rogue Lycan (Werewolf Standalone)

"You're an omega from the Oakheart family, the alpha's youngest son. Everyone knows you're a virgin and the perfect omega to serve your alpha..." "You're talking about Owen, not me," I reply just as defiantly. "'Serve my alpha?' Not even in your dreams. I don't serve any alpha. And as for my virginity..." "Tell me I'm your first! I want to hear you say it!" "If you're number one hundred or five hundred, what difference does it make? The result will be the same, ridiculous alpha. You're not the first. Get over it. There's a long line of men who gave me pleasure before you."

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

she said. "I won't, " I replied. That seemed to surprise her. I walked to the windows overlooking the grounds. Everything outside looked still and perfect. Perfect things can be watched. "Daniel is inside the company, " I said. "The woman from your past is outside.. Now there's a third player." "The driver, " she said. "Yes, " I replied. "Someone younger, which means they're expanding." Her arms wrapped lightly around herself. "This feels like a game to them."

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

"I'm just pointing out that I cleared your entire afternoon, handled your work, and drove across the city, only to find you having a cozy little nap while your ex treats me like a stray dog." Arthur let out a soft chuckle from the stove, setting down his spoon. "I treat stray dogs much better than I treat you, Elias. And also, you get paid to do that. Except the last part, you should have saved on the gas" "Arthur, stop poking him," William sighed, resting his forehead in his hand. He turned his head slightly to look at me. "Barret went to Arthur's eastern office as you already know. He was asking questions about my personal life. He's looking for proof that... that my marriage to your mothe

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”