Renaissance Romance Novels & Stories

Two Days Later: After what happened at the hotel, Addison couldn't come out of her room again, the news was everywhere already. She was now tagged as the blood-stained virgin girl. The Lannister's name and hers were the trending news all over social media. Some supported her but some called her a harlot. She found it strange that they called her that type of person when she had never slept with a man. A harlot is someone that slept with so many men, not the other way around.

"What do you feel romance in the Medieval times was like?" "Well, they had no cell phones or modern means of transportation," I squinted my eyes in a different direction, appearing to think. "So my guess is that it was pretty fucked up." Kyle laughed, "Come on, Grace, be serious." "I am being serious." I chuckled. "It must've been totally boring and annoying." He frowned at me. "Sorry." I said with food in my mouth. "What does G****e say?" "Medieval romance was mostly based on chivalry, an idealized noble hero-knight and women being held in high regard." He said. "It also had fairytale-like setting and simple predictable plots."

She grabbed my face again and held it firmly in her hand. “Don’t delude yourself into thinking Raphael loves you. He doesn’t love you. He has never loved you and he never will. Let me tell you something, Renia. This whole marriage of yours is all fake, he only agreed to marry you because he wanted his revenge. It is all he has ever wanted since he was a little boy and that is the only reason he married you but one drunken night led to him somehow knocking you up but that didn’t stop him though.” She said.

But my feelings remained sweetly immersed. "Oh, Adina, you're too lost in your own imagination. Remember who Devano is, who you are." I muttered after spending the day at home, remembering our theater performance yesterday. The love story behind Romeo and Juliet is actually a scripted work by Shakespeare, created from a poem. In 1562, an English poet named Arthur Brooke created a masterpiece poem titled "The Tragical History of Romeus and Juliet." In fact, Arthur himself translated the poem from an Italian story titled "Mariotto and Ganoza," written by Massuccio Salernitano in 1476.

The whispers of the astral winds carried a gentle melody, harmonizing with the uncharted emotions that blossomed between Aria and the mysterious figure. As they ventured deeper into the cosmic unknown, the astral energies seemed to weave a delicate thread of romance into the fabric of their shared destiny. Lumina and Kairos, ever watchful, acknowledged the cosmic spark that kindled between Aria and her celestial companion. The nexus point, though fractured, resonated with the subtle symphony of budding affection, promising a celestial romance that would unfold across the cosmic tableau.

I have to reject her as my goddess. I come across Bradamante. She is depicted as the greatest cross-dressing female knight in literature. She is an expert fighter, and wields a magical lance that unhorses anyone it touches. Sounds like the real thing. I know where my lance will be kept, and such a skill puts her in the goddess category. She is also coupled with the idea of wild love, but that is a more modern interpretation. Her lover, later her husband, was called Ruggiero, but he had to convert from Islam to Christianity before she would marry him.

Jeanna commented. "That’s more often said about parents and children," Linda corrected gently, her role as a senior secretary making her quick to ensure accuracy. "Right, I meant that the best kind of romance is one that grows over time and endures into old age." Jeanna rolled her eyes. Compared to Cedric, Austin seemed like the more dependable type. After all, if not for his timely intervention years ago, Sophie might not have survived. The idea of repaying a life-saving debt with romance might seem cliché, but it did paint a pretty picture.

Sometimes,we pursue it till it drives us insane or leave us stranded and burnt out. Isn't it romantic how the chaos can either ruin you or strengthen you? It was this very moment I began to think of our love story was the kind that did both. James Renault was the star crossed love of my life. Ours wasn't as epic as those writing in movies and romance novels, we were place in each other's lives as inconvenience. I burned for him until I was nothing but ashes. He...well,he met me at the worst time of my life when I was an inconvenience. The deal that brought us together was cursed to rip us apart.

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

’ Josef answered surprised, not believing his brother. ‘Seriously, go on say a title of a book and I’ll tell you what it’s about.’ Hadrian answered putting the book aside. ‘Alright then.’ Josef answered thinking of a title. ‘The Betrothed.’ ‘A novel by the Italian Alessandro Manzoni,’ Hadrian answered instantly. ‘It’s a story about Renzo and Lucia who wanted to get married but was forbidden by Don Rodrigo. Why? Because Don Rodrigo has his eyes on Lucia.