Regency Era Romance Novels & Stories

“I’m Regan. I go to school at San Diego Mesa College, so I live there, in the dorms, with my friends.” “That’s cool,” I say, not sure how else to respond. She seems annoyed with me, but I don’t know why. “Are you visiting?” “I was just coming around to get some of my stuff that I left here,” she says, “but now I guess I get to meet you. Congrats on being the new Luna. I hope being with Nash is worth the position.” “What are you talking about?” “Oh, didn’t he tell you? We were mated before. Claiming marks and everything. But we broke up.”

The Luna position will still be yours in the end, so it's not like it affects your status. Tears slipped down unbidden, and like one punishing oneself, I looked back at the screen. The coronation ceremony ended, and Victoria excitedly rose on her tiptoes to kiss Claude's cheek right in front of everyone. The same Claude, who'd frown and pull away if I so much as accidentally touched him, was momentarily startled but didn't push her away. In that moment, I finally saw reality clearly. It wasn't that he had a cleanliness obsession, but purely his rejection of me.

My twin brothers. They took one look at my face and their wolves surged forward visibly. “What did he do?” Greg demanded. “Enough,” Father snapped. Gerald stepped to my side without hesitation. “She’s staying.” “She is not.” “She lost a child,” Greg growled. “Have you no heart?” “She lost her loyalty first!” Father roared. The argument escalated quickly. I stood frozen between them, feeling twelve years old again. “If she stays,” Father said finally, voice shaking with fury, “you both will lose your inheritance.”

"After everything. After the phone call where you cried. After you told me Papa wanted me gone and you stopped it. After you told me you regretted everything. You still signed that letter." "There are responsibilities," she said. "To the estate, to the arrangement. It was written..." "It was written by my Dad," I said. "He placed me in a marriage to keep me from ever having a voice. And you are still, even now, honouring what he built." Her chin moved, an expression that indicated discomfort. "He was my husband," she said. "I don't..." She stopped. "It isn't simple, Penelope. Deciding that everything he built was wrong. Deciding that loving him was wrong."

he said at last, his voice controlled, though it scraped slightly on the edges. Her gaze did not soften. “On what?” “Reclaiming what’s yours.” “It was never yours to lose,” she replied evenly. “You were entrusted with it.” He let out a breath that almost resembled a laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Is that what you call it?” Her eyes sharpened. “What would you call it?” He turned slightly toward her. “A marriage.” The word hovered between them like something fragile and misused. Mia did not flinch, but something in her shoulders shifted, almost imperceptibly.

The person she loved had always been Tucker. Back then, however, Tucker spent his days fooling around and flirting with other women, never keeping clear boundaries with any of them. In a fit of anger, Olivia asked me out. That night, she became pregnant. Her father, Arthur Dane, the president of Dane Group, was a stern and ruthless man. He had never approved of her relationship with Tucker, who had nothing to his name, and instead had always thought highly of me. When Olivia became pregnant, he took the opportunity to force her to marry me.

he said. "Okay, I'll be a little more patient with you, but you know what you have to do, don't you?" He asked, burying his face in Regina's neck, she tossed her head aside to give him access and sighed as she felt Henry's lips caress her jugular. Regina knew she shouldn't be behaving that way, but ever since she gave herself to him the first time she couldn't stop wanting it. Sex was an addiction and she didn't want to deprive herself of it, at least she was sure that sooner or later they would get married. The promise of reigning Astor together seduced her more than anything, even made her completely forget the good manners and decorum that a lady like her should have.

Lucy pressed, her tone gentle but persistent. Genevieve sighed, leaning back in her chair. "You, of all people, should understand how I feel about office romance. It ruined me once, and I won’t let it happen again. I can’t afford to lose myself in another messy relationship, especially not with someone I work with every day." Lucy nodded, though her expression was still troubled. "I get it, Gennie. But Jamie isn’t like the others. He genuinely cares about you." Genevieve shook her head. "It doesn’t matter. I’ve made my decision, and I need you to respect that. Now, what time is the meeting?"

“Game or not, it’s none of your business.” Gregory rose to his feet. “Listen to me, Xavier. This family has been far too lenient with you. We’ve arranged a meeting with the Montgomery family. Their daughter, Arielle, has just returned from Italy and is ready to be introduced. She has a reputation, a healthy womb, and pure lineage.” The words struck Liora like a knife to the chest. But before she could say anything, Xavier slammed his hand on the table. “Enough! I’m not interested in marrying again—not Arielle, not anyone. For your information, the contract has been revised to a lifetime agreement. Liora is my wife. Period!” Xavier said.

“Besides… I think I find you interesting." I remember asking Theresa to get someone with a good chemistry,, but Regan is over qualified for this job. Dude looks like an expert flirt. “Maya,” my mom called as she came in, but her eyes darted to Regan, “Regan, would you like more stew?” He grinned. “I’m good, ma’am. Thank you. That was amazing.” “You’re such a polite young man. Maya, sweetheart, don’t you want to see your boyfriend off?”