Regency Era Romance Novels & Stories

she asked, her eyes locking with his. Peter hesitated but slightly nodded. Bonnie smiled and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Peter. I love you so much." Reggie came out of the room because he was tired of waiting for Peter, who was taking too long to return. But when he saw the position Bonnie was in with Peter, he felt sad and jealous. He cleared his throat intentionally, making Peter quickly step away from Bonnie. "Reggie," Peter murmured. "Who is he?" Bonnie asked, curling her hand around Peter’s arm.

Third POV Calder’s heart burned as he sat alone in his chambers. The news of Julian being chosen as Reina’s possible Prince Consort spread fast through the palace walls, faster than wildfire. It was the one thing he had feared the most. He had not wanted Reina out of love, not truly. From the beginning, his eyes had been on Lucien Green’s treasures—their endless gold veins, their fertile lands, the hidden resources that even most of its people were yet to understand. He had thought marrying Reina would give him direct access, but with Julian in the picture, his plans were falling apart.

“Yeah. Everything.” Emory didn’t seem to catch the flatness in my voice. “Can you believe it? After all the years of heartbreak and watching them run around with those imposters, we’re finally getting our happy ending.” She leaned in a little, her eyes dancing with something between mischief and triumph. “It’s poetic. Two cousins. Two weddings. Two men who finally realized where they belonged.” I forced a laugh, hollow and brittle. Realized? More like forced to realize? “Poetic, sure.”

Not to make her lips whisper my name like a prayer. I took a shaky breath and got up, pacing the room. She smelled divine. That innocent face and sinfully curvy body—that combo was like it had been designed in hell with the sole purpose of driving me to madness. She was a forbidden fruit. A forbidden fruit. A forbidden fruit. I repeated it over and over, trying to stop myself from storming back into her room and taking the place of the damned vibrator I’d given her. Good thing I’d signed the alliance with Silvercrust. I was going to marry Maeron’s sister.

I said to Isabella. “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.” “Me neither.” I invited myself and joined her at the kitchen island. She didn’t say a word after to acknowledge my presence. “Do you regret it?” I asked. “Regret what?” “Agreeing to move here.” “No.” She shook her head. “I think maybe it’s for the best. For Theo.” “Right. For Theo.” I sighed. “What about you?” “What about me?” She took a sip from her mug.

Just the calm of a man who had calculated everything three steps ahead. He finally turned to me. That gaze—dark, deep, and a little sly—made me bite my lower lip without realizing. “If I weren’t Reagan Russo…” he murmured, leaning his head back against the seat. “...and if you weren’t Tara Moguel, always Tiara’s backup… this story would’ve been a cheap romance classic on TV.” I scoffed. “Thanks for the reminder.” He laughed. Not loud. But deep and... damn it, tempting. “You’re welcome.”

She took on a deep breath, and determined now, began to tell me the story. "It's a romance between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. It's about marriage, and gender roles, manners, and money. Here you can see how in the regency era, marriage was an economic preposition. There was also so much that was expected on women. But Lizzie kind of breaks free from those stereotypes. I particularly loved her dominance over Mr. Darcy on their banters…" Her eyes sparkled when she smiled in reminiscence. "Their moments were also very cute and fun! Especially during those times when she would win arguments over Mr. Darcy. Their contrasts were just the perfect fit."

Then saw Gerand even more and made his head feel like exploding at that moment. Answer, oh yes of course. Gerand won't let Regi go. A Regianis belongs to Gerand Yosefa! Something that Gerand has targeted won't come off that easily! "we will still continue the marriage, that's my last answer." Regi was back to see Gerand. This time, the sharp gaze invaded the person's presence again. Stormed Gerand. Regi did not accept what had happened. Really, really can't. By lowering Regi's head without warning, he immediately grabbed Gerand's nape. Regardless of whether or not what Regi was doing at that time, it was clear that she didn't want to sink into something uncertain.

I blurted crossing my arms in front of my knees on the floor. She jumped off the chair, “Yea! So this book is actually a Regency romance about this very arrogant guy that fell in love with his maid and then instead of trying to woo her, he comes at her in force. So barbaric!” I held my head in total conservation at her.”Sandy, it's just a book and the writer doesn't mean for you to develop headaches while reading it. It's simply for your pleasure” I demonstrated with my hands. She muffled her face into a dark grimace “This ain't pleasure. I like it when a man woos a girl and not force his way into getting her into his bed that is totally outrageous!”

The Foster family had one ironclad rule: there was no such thing as divorce. Marriage only ended in death. Everyone envied Karina Jackson for marrying into one of the wealthiest families in the country and living a life of privilege. But only Karina knew the truth. After seven years of marriage, all she'd ever gotten from her husband, Mark Foster, were cold, automated replies. Then one day, the daughter of the woman who had destroyed her family walked into her therapy office. That was when Karina finally woke up. Mark had never been cold by nature. He simply didn't love her. Even her own son took the other woman's hand and asked her the cruelest question of all. “Can Aunt Serena be