Novel & Cerita Regency Era Romance

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Seated crossed legged in her cabin, a room decorated to meet the standard befitting of a lady like her, Regina raised a cigarette to her lips and took one big, relieving drag. She held it in and a second later, slowly released it. The cloud of smoke appeared in front of her and drifted into the faces of the two people who sat in front of her. She repeated the action again, this time, her two guests glanced at each other, surprise flickering across their expression. In fact, to say they were surprised was an understatement. They were employees of the company, and in Lancaster, if there was one rumor that every employee has heard, then it's the romantic story of how the most ruthless businessm

“Wherever you’ll let me be. I want you, Aria. But not if it puts you in danger. And not if you doubt me every time she walks into the room.” Aria searched his eyes, unsure if she was falling back into something reckless, or walking toward something that might break her completely. Still... his hand was warm around hers. “I don’t want to be the woman waiting in shadows while your ‘fiancée’ hosts charity events and smiles on magazine covers beside you.” “You won’t be,” he said. “I promise.” But deep down, they both knew Regina wasn’t the type to be discarded quietly. She would twist, cling, and retaliate. Regina was the kind of woman who smiled while setting everything around her on fire, just

They had tried to treat me like a commoner, and I had shown them I was more of a noble than all of them combined. Elara’s eyes narrowed, her knuckles white as she gripped her fork. She leaned in, her voice a low hiss. "You have the books, Risa and you have the King’s ear. But you are still a woman with a broken bond. When the moon is full and the ritual begins, the ancestors will see the mark of another man on your soul. Logic won't save you then.” She smirked cruelly. "The Mating Ceremony isn't a law but a trial. And if the goddess and our ancestors reject a soiled Queen... Kael won't be able to save you from the silver fire."

Carolyn responded, “I understand, dear, but you will have to wait until you are married. Don’t be upset. I have spoken to your mother and we have already announced your engagement. The wedding is just a matter of time. Why don’t you focus on the contest for now? When you win, you can plan the grandest wedding of the century.” “Carolyn, if he doesn’t break it off with her within a week, I will pull out of this arrangement. I don’t want to suffer anymore! Who am I working so hard for? Him! I want him to notice me but he doesn’t even care!” Regina cried. “I’m giving you a deadline. One week, or I’m out.” “A month,” Carolyn said. “Give me a month.” Regina looked at her and finally agreed, “Okay.

Katniss This time, Giselle and I didn’t go back to the villa or my apartment after the ceremony. Rather, we got to the palatial house of Mr. Corleone who was a very influential and wealthy man. The opulence of the surroundings intimidated me as if I were a bird confined in a cage of gold. This mansion, which we were to spend our first night as “husband and wife” was as quiet as the grave, the only sound being the wind blowing outside.

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Shaking my head, I had to ask, “Then why did you send me in there?” With a sigh, the older man settled back, deeper into his chair, as if his explanation was too long and complicated to answer sitting upright. But all he said was, “Because I knew you two would run into each other if you went in.” Huh? “I don’t understand.” He nodded as if sympathizing with my confusion. “You know, back in the regency era, affluent spinsters and widows paid nice young women to come sit with them and be their companions.”

Regan exclaimed softly. "Despite the fact that I am so weak because I still miss Angela so much, I am still jealous when I see Angela with another man. I love Angela so much, I can never get her out of my mind for a second." Regan thought about Angela's figure. "I only have two weeks left to show Fergus rot. Otherwise, I will have to marry his daughter, Alexa. And maybe I will lose another chance to stay with Angela." Regan thought to herself without noticing that Benneit's eyes were open.

Then, without looking at me, he murmured, “From this moment on, Elena, you’re not just my wife. You’re my shield.” The doors opened. And the world I thought I knew shattered. I had never seen a gala like the one in the ballroom beyond those doors. It pulsed with quiet power instead of sparkling with champagne bubbles and laughter. It seemed like everyone in the room was playing a game I didn't know the rules to, and the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Women in gowns that cost more than a lifetime's salary and men in sharp suits stood in small groups, their eyes sharp and their voices low. They weren't having a good time. Their purpose was to plot. Offers. Secrets. Silk-clad wars.