Romance History Novels & Stories

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

Not just big and then empty. I dragged my shocked feet towards the rows of shelves. The first, the second, third and more. All in different categories and genres. True life histories about wolves in one, histories about mates and their bonds in another, history about were-wars in one, histories about the rulers, their accomplishments and their deaths in another. And it went on like that until I got to the last row that got me grinning like a child who was just given a candy. Romance. A huge, wide shelf of romance books, soft, dark, extra dark... I had no idea Alexander would have a collection like this, ever.

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.

"But you know what they say about secrets... the more people who try to protect them, the more likely someone is to trip." He looked at Jax, then back to me. "I hope the Rangers like complicated histories. Because I have a feeling this story is about to get a whole new chapter." Was Carl merely taunting me or what has he found?

She was going to make an entrance that no one would forget. This time, she was just his date. But next time? Girlfriend. Fiancée. Maybe even his wife.

ROMANO'S P.O.V. I have met a fair share of women in my life. At the age of thirty-three, I was already weary of them. They all wanted the same thing, love, affection, and all that romantic büllshīt I couldn't give. I've never believed in coincidence or fate, but what happened today seems like such. Calista Vitale. The very surname I've hated my whole life. And worse, she was the bride of Matteo Orsini, the other name I hate as much as Vitale.

he said, his voice a dark promise. Then he pulled her in and his lips crashed onto hers. Her lips responded immediately, parting for him as her fingers plunged back into his hair. He tasted mint and the sweet trace of the wine he must have had earlier. He drew her so close there was not a sliver of air between them.

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.

As I put my feet up out of bed and go to watch the sunrise from my balcony chair, it is beautiful and brings a sense of peace and calm, while I am lost in my thoughts, I remember the story of romance that happened here in this castle that I am to be married in. "Once upon a time there was a young couple, Maria and Rafael, who met during a trip to Europe. They quickly fell in love and decided to travel together through France, visiting various historic castles and palaces. On one of their trips, they came across an isolated castle that had been abandoned for years. for years. Despite the state of decay, Maria and Raphael were fascinated by the beauty of the place and decided to explore it. As