Regency Era Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

Paige Colin’s words scared me. I felt like he was planning to run from me, much like I’ve been doing to him. I was sure that he would leave my room and go back to his girls in Aurora Flame. I heard stories about Aurora Flame girls. The Alpha gets his pick of them. Most of those stories were probably about his father, Charles. Colin tosses me on my bed and climbs in to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His touch sends shockwaves through my skin. What the hell is wrong with me? My body craves his. Why am I keeping myself at arm's length? I know Colin isn’t Cory. Cory’s touch didn’t even turn me on, which is why we did nothing more than fool around. Colin only has to look at me

"To help you stay on the righteous path." "The righteous path." I zip the bag with more force than necessary, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Like how righteous Tim and Ellie have been? Getting pregnant before marriage? But I guess that's fine because they're your precious church darlings." Her face goes white, then flushes red. "That is completely different." "Is it? They've been fucking outside of marriage. Isn't that what you're always preaching against? Or does it not count when it's the golden couple everyone adores?"

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

And as the world continued to evolve and change, the vampires would always be remembered as the pioneers of a new era of love and acceptance. Their story would be told for generations to come, a testament to the power of love and the resilience of the human spirit. And as the sun set on the legacy of the vampires, the world would forever be transformed by their love.Their legacy would inspire countless individuals to take up the mantle of change and continue the work of building a better world for all. They had shown that love and compassion were not only powerful, but also essential tools in creating a better future. Their story would be a source of hope and inspiration for those facing cha

This was beyond surreal. “And this so-called ‘inheritance’ is what you're trying to get by marrying me.” I said, carefully and he nodded. “It was in my father's will, passed from heir to heir, but he added a condition. I'm expected to be married for a minimum of six months. The sooner the better.” He said, “Marco doesn't know about the will, of course, and I won't let him find out. This isn't his centre of power, so he holds limited information. What happened last night was a fluke, but my men have already reinforced the city. He won't know about your existence either. I don't plan on putting anyone else in this. Even if it means taking certain measures, I will make sure that you can live y

" 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 had mentioned the Monaco dinner once and the red dress, and how I'd loved it, how I'd been sad to lose it in the divorce aftermath. And three weeks later he had arrived with the notebooks, and I had been so moved by the notebooks, by the gesture, by the thoughtfulness of it, that I hadn't thought about the dress...Until now. And I wondered if Adrian had been at that dinner not by chance. If he had looked at me across that room because he had been told to look. If everything I thought I knew about how we met, how we connected, how we fell, was just another story someone else had written.

By year three the company was bleeding. By year four I was signing documents I barely understood because Damon told me it was fine, because Damon handled things, because that was what I had learned to believe. Year five. Our anniversary. A drive along the coast. The railing broke so cleanly. Insurance policy. Company transfer already notarized. Vivienne Marchetti — his assistant, his real partner, the woman he'd been with since before he ever looked at me — already moved into our house before my body was cold. I sat on my childhood bed and I felt something happen inside my chest.