Regency Era Romance Novels & Stories

Her hands had splotches of purple, blue and red, it was quite colourful. Regina really wanted to throw something. For the past two years, she had grown used to regular influx of cash into her account and the holiday bonuses he treated her with. It was easy cash. All she needed to do was just smile and let him sleep with her if he wanted. Byron was handsome so she wasn't loosing out.

“I wanted to hear what happened. It was getting to the good part.” Owen smiled, “Yeah, it was. We want to hear the next chapter. It’s two against one. You’re outnumbered.” Regina glared at him as she opened the book to the page where he left off. She steadied her voice and read it like nobody else except Mrs. Bennet was listening. The scene was very erotic. The couple in the story kept denying their feelings for each other until one stormy night they got stranded together in a cabin in the middle of the woods.

She needs the original. "Reggy... You really have two hours this afternoon right...?! But tonight it's free right... I will not be enough if it's only two hours. I miss you so much...!" Jenny whined. "Jen... I already have a wife..." Reggy said, he doesn't want to play with fire anymore, he loves his wife very much. "When I still had a husband.. you also wanted to play with me... You were the one who could satisfy me at that time. You also said... That you were more satisfied with me... You said your wife didn't want to... "

“You should have thought about dignity before marrying me.” ‎‎My chest tightened. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. ‎‎Then he yanked his arm free and stepped into the spotlight. The lights hit him, catching the sharp angles of his face. A perfect king in his throne room. And then, with deliberate cruelty, he reached for her. ‎‎Elizabeth Sterl.

The room was shrouded in awkward silence for a brief moment. “Don't be so ridiculous, Claire. It wasn't my fault that you couldn't keep your marriage. It was clearly not working, and you didn't want to let it go,” she scoffed. If it had been years back, those words would have had such an effect on me, but not; I felt nothing whatsoever. I couldn't care less. “And besides. You can't fight love. It wasn't our fault the both of us fell in love. She ran a hand down Regal's arm in a display of affection. He stiffened under her touch. He's been suspiciously quiet during the dinner, and I haven't heard him say much.

Regina, Mattel broadcasted I know that you thought you knew me and I also thought for a fact that I knew you. But then you decided to leave and I still don’t know why. But if you give me a chance Regina, I want to know you. If you come to me, I will never let you suffer for anything. There’s a beautiful, 17th century style library at the royal mansion, with books my ancestors have been collecting since the 1700s. I would give it all to you. I’d buy as many books as you ever desired, Regina, construct a new wing of the manor just for you.

Yet they couldn’t have been more different. Victoria had been taught that status determined everything. Power. Influence. Connections. Her father had drilled those lessons into her since childhood. Amelia… Seemed to wear her status like it didn’t matter at all. She rarely mentioned her family. She never flaunted her wealth. She hadn’t even corrected anyone who underestimated her. Victoria found that strangely admirable. She continued reading. Relationship history. Alexander Kingsley. Former fiancée. The engagement had ended several years earlier. Reason… Unknown.

“ Becca gave me a smug look, clinging to his arm as they walked in together. As soon as the door closed behind them, I released the breath I’d been holding. Watching him kiss her no longer pierced me like it had the first time. The pain was now dull, faded, almost distant, like a scar that no longer bleeds. Good. I adjusted the strap of my bag and stepped into the mansion. The interior was dazzling: white marble floors so gleaming I could see my reflection, chandeliers shaped like snowflakes, walls covered with family portraits and trophies.

“Let's face it, it takes a certain type of girl to want to stay in the middle of nowhere completely cut off from the world just to take care of a cowboy whose number one priority will always be the ranch and she will always be number two. The ranch will ALWAYS come first.” Her whole body was tense as she spoke never turning to look at me. I had this feeling that she wasn’t being honest with me, “Sounds like you have experience in that area!” the second the words were out of my mouth I regretted it. Reagan turned toward me her grey eyes flashed with anger. The look should have killed me right there on the spot, “I figured out years ago I couldn’t be anyone's second. I don’t date cowboys and

he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I melted into his embrace, feeling a sense of safety and protection. "Me too, Daniel. Me too." As we swayed to the music, our bodies pressed together, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey. We would face challenges and obstacles, but together, we would overcome them. And as we shared a soft, gentle kiss, I knew that our partnership was not just about taking down Alex, but about something more. Something special. Una cena romantica! We sat at a cozy table by the window, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm light on our faces. Daniel held my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine, as we gazed into each other's eyes.