Romance History Novels & Stories

Heaving a long and drawn-out sigh, Roselle lifted her face and her eyes swept through the large library. The five books she had chosen were unexpectedly all about the vampire empire's history. She would love to delve more into their history as she was curious to know, but at that moment, her curiosity about her husband's past was way stronger that she had actually wished she could just find a book personally dedicated just about him. Roselle thought that if there ever was a book that contained the details of Romeo's secrets and of his past, the book should be looking like… her eyes just wandered around for minutes as if she were looking for something.

"You just changed the subject." "For the sake of Moongoddes, My Dear. Do you know how frustrated I get when you're on your period? And now I know you're done. Then let me kiss you." The cradle was lovely, as well as the touch that Romeo gave to her lover. Honestly, Rena was never angry with what Romeo did. But she wanted to know what happened in the past. She remembers her childhood, but she doesn't remember the youth she spent. Does this have to do with all of his dreams coming in succession?

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

He smiled at her curiously and she took a moment to enjoy his gaze. “So…er…tell me what your topic is at the moment.” They sat down at the desk. Miranda attempted to not be affected by their close proximity. He even smelt good. “The Tudors at the moment. We finished War of the Roses and Henry 7th. We’re on Henry 8th currently, and the breakdown of his first marriage.” Of course. It had to be about one of the most sex-filled parts of British History. Pushing that out of her brain Miranda asked, “So are they asking you to write about why his marriage broke down with Catherine of Aragon?”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

He chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like we're about to embark on the most romantic history lesson ever." As we wandered through the museum's halls adorned with love letters from famous historical figures and relics of love stories long past, the atmosphere seemed to cast a spell on us. Henry pulled me closer, and we lingered near an exhibit showcasing love letters exchanged between Napoleon and Josephine. "Imagine writing love letters like that," Henry mused, "I think we're missing out in the modern era." I smirked, "You mean like sending a text that says 'luv u' doesn't quite capture the same romantic essence?"

Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold. The chapter of this day closed, but their story was far from over. It was an ongoing masterpiece, created with love, painted with moments, and bound by time. A love story between a painter and a historian, a story set in the beautiful lavender fields of Provence, under the radiant Provençal sun. A love story that, like the sun, would rise again with a new day, bringing with it, new moments to cherish and new memories to create.