Regency Romance Novels & Stories

"I will never marry you, and they will never become my elders." I tried to leave, but the bodyguards clamped down on my arms. I thrashed and struggled. "What are you doing? I'm the Shaws' heir! How dare you manhandle me!" Furious, Rachel's mother strode ahead and slapped me across my face. Ah, I remembered this slap. It was one of the dozens she gave me in my past life. That made me freeze. "The engagement is tomorrow, and yet you act so insolent! Rachel, this is the man you're marrying? He disrespects his elders and acts no better than a baboon!"

"Oh my God, oh my God! I knew it! I knew something was going on. You've been glowing all day." "I have not," I protested weakly, though my cheeks betrayed me with their warmth. "Yes, you have. Don't even attempt to deny it," she said, bouncing up and down like she couldn't contain her excitement. "Maya, this is a big deal. You and Regan? Official? That means you're not buddies anymore, you're, like, actual romantic partners." Her wording made me laugh nervously. "Romantic partners? You make it sound so staid."

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."

“You can take care of the baby, give her financial support, anything—” I shook my head firmly. As long as Grandfather Gael was convinced the child was mine—or even had a chance of being mine—he would never allow a Buchanan heir to be born out of wedlock. An illegitimate child was a dealbreaker for him. Marrying Sienna was my only key to securing the legacy I had worked years to claim. “I have to marry her, Blaire. I swear to you, if there were any other way to do this, I would take it,” I assured her.

And then a girl Regan, stubborn, independent, has the guts enough to put any guys to shame. What will happen when these two people collide with a word marriage imprisoning them together. Damage, hurt, pain with much fun. Embrace yourself for a long journey. This ride will not be ending soon.

“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

“She doesn’t belong among us, Santino. She never did. Her blood is thin. Her roots are shallow. And she—she thinks she can wear the Fu's name like a dress? No.” He stopped at the window, jaw clenched, hands trembling with controlled rage. “I built this empire from war, steel, and ash. I married a Bartholomé — a woman born into European power. I buried my enemies and raised a kingdom of influence. And now my first heir wants to hand it over to a gold-digging little actress raised on fake manners and secondhand ambition.” Santino remained silent, letting the storm rage through the room like a hurricane. Then, Reginald turned, his voice lowering — not calm, but lethal.

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

Alessa chuckled and Brook clenched his fist. “I would love to see him try though,” Thane added as he stared at Brook. Brook huffed and stormed out of the living room. “Well, that went well.” Alessa sighed and chuckled. “Mummy, why are you so happy?” Aria asked shd Alessa giggled dramatically. “Because, it's the beginning of the Billionaire’s Regret.”

is this the feeling that you needed? I never feel this before with Ralph. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby girl. I can fuck you better than your boyfriend." Genesis whispers to your neck, then sucked your sensitive skin.I you bit my lip as you tilted your head to the side to give him access to your neck. you wanted to moan but you were still afraid and agitated of people hearing you. And I'm scared that Ralph will find me here. his hands wandered around your body then rests on the dress that is still hanging on your waist, he swiftly removes the fabric from you—leaving you on your red laced panties.