Regency Era Romance Novels & Stories

"I always enjoy watching Salvatore put Paolo in his place." "Don't expect me to be fine with this decision-" Paolo began speaking again, his face red with anger. "-I don't need your consent to protect my sister," "My wife," "Your fiancée and my twin sister. Her relation to me overrules her relation to you in every possible way. And since you've so clearly forgotten, Paolo let me remind you that she is a Regnante. Things either happen our way or not at all. So you accept Alessio or this whole wedding is off,"

But the man was gone. Who is he? * The tiring day finally came to an end. Era reached her apartment when the clock read one in the morning. She quickly refreshed herself with a warm shower, then turned on the television, but ended up relaxing with a book. Like most young adult women who enjoyed romance novels, Era was no different. She enjoyed spending hours immersed in the emotional dynamics expressed through words. Her heart blossomed and beautiful fantasies emerged in her mind, usually when the main female character found true love in the end.

was a white-hot roar in her blood, a celebration of their victory and the absolute ownership they felt over one another. The intimacy was raw, gothic, and emotionally violent. It was the physical manifestation of their shared ambition. In this vault, surrounded by the records of their power, they weren't just lovers—they were sovereigns. Every touch was a claim, every breath a contract. Dante framed her face with his hands, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones with a terrifyingly gentle touch. "The Iron Regency is ours, Ivy. No more mountains. No more cages. Only us." Later, they stood on the balcony of the Moretti Tower, looking out over the city. The rain had stopped, and the clouds were brea

" As long as Caspian lived, I feared no price. Thus, I went to see King Aurelius. I asked for a royal marriage decree for Caspian and Amelia. I knew his three regrets. He had written them himself in his personal notes [Regretted marrying Evelyn Frostwood. Regretted not resisting his parents' arrangement. Regretted failing to save Amelia.] Now the first regret was already resolved. Was it not? I left the palace with the decree and walked straight to him. Caspian looked at me as if I had finally gotten what I wanted, as if I had won. His hand reached for the scroll, ready to open it. I pressed my palm over his, stopping him. I kept my smile soft, almost gentle.

I looked at him. The specific thing that passed between us — not the church, not the gala, not the pavement. Something older than all of those. The original version. The twenty-two year old and the man she had loved and the five years that happened after and the forty days since she woke up with all of it inside her. I looked at him for one second. Sat down. Then I looked at the head of the table. Vivienne Marchetti was sitting in Colette Arsenault's chair.

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.

Once or twice Regulus looked at her and hid his smile behind his hand but the trembling of his shoulders gave him away . Chelsea's eye twitched , she had a bad feeling. Author's note: please support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden on goodnovel please, its my first time writing an erotica, please support it .

Maya "What's this? Why did you bring her here?" Reggie's ex-girlfriend, Angelica stared into his eyes. "You're the one being difficult. You know how much I love and wanna be with you so bad… Maya, means absolutely nothing to me, she's not even my kind of woman.... You are, I promise to end this if only you promise to end your marriage with my father." Reggie touched her soft cheeks as he let out his worries. Apparently, he was trying to lure her so, she could leave his father and they would get back together since they were lovers until his father got married to her.

"At a moment like this, I can't have you making the situation worse. Please don't complicate Winter and Joshua's marriage or make things more difficult for her. She's already faced enough challenges living at the Stroud residence…" Jessica looked as though she truly cared about Winter. A hint of suspicion flashed across Reginald's eyes. "Are they getting a divorce?" Jessica bit her lip, clearly struggling to voice the words. Her silence spoke volumes. Reginald narrowed his eyes, his tongue brushing against the inside of his cheek. The desire he had temporarily silenced with reason started to surge again. It turned out Winter had nothing to do with Zeke. She was married to Joshua all along. H

A week had passed since the event at the Arcadium, and the moon had waned to a faint silver crescent. Erika mostly stayed confined to her chambers, seeking solace in the volumes she borrowed from the library. Her days were spent studying centuries of Di Rocco family history, a tapestry woven with tales of power, tragedy, and triumph. The faces from the portraits lining the mansion’s walls were no longer strangers. She now knew them as the alphas and lunas who had built the stronghold Diego ruled today.