Renaissance Romance Novels & Stories

Lucian asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her. "I... I am just curious," Aurelia mumbled a response. "Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa." He looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her. "I, Lucian Romano, have never ever fallen in love..." His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes. "And I will never fall in love, so those who love themselves and don't want their hearts broken ensure they don't love me."

"Of being swept off my feet by a gallant knight or a handsome prince." Marvin's heart clenched at her words, a pang of guilt piercing his chest. He had never been the romantic hero of Jace's dreams, the dashing figure who swept her off her feet with grand gestures and whispered promises. Instead, he had been thrust into her life through an arranged marriage, a union born out of duty rather than love.

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.

Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. "Ah, Asher Evans it is then, I'll set a date for your first meet with him," Francesca declared when Joan picks the twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. Although Francesca thought it was quite unfortunate that her niece should go on a date with the wicked rascal, she had to concede, desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't understand, why would I go on a date with him?" "I told you it's an old tradition, it's an alliance between families, a marriage of opportunity, but who knows, it might spark some romance you desperately need in your life," Francesca state

Dante asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her. "I... I am just curious" Mireille mumbled a response. "Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa" he looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her. "I, Dante Romano have never ever fallen in love..." His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes. "And I will never fall in love so those who love themselves and don't want their hearts broken ensure they don't love me"

“But it’s a forbidden romance, right? We can use it—” “No,” I interrupted. “Can you just let this Cade Hunter stuff rest? Let’s talk about actual reference samples.” “But I think your story is fresh and—” “Romeo and Juliet,” I said. “That’s a classic example of forbidden romance.” “And how was their relationship forbidden?” He shot back. “Their families hated each other, yet they still fell in love. Readers were drawn to their story because it wasn’t easy love. It was yearning… tension…”

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

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She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.