Romance History Novels & Stories

"Fine. It was... Mrs. Marshall." "The history teacher?!" mom gasped, looking shocked. "You fucked your history teacher?!" "I... yeah..." I admitted, now blushing. She regarded me curiously for a moment. "Was that the semester you were failing History and all of a sudden your grade in the class jumped for no particular reason?" she asked.

He was outraged. "Isn't that true?" Hannah wasn't intimidated at all. Meeting his eyes, she scoffed and quipped, "You're well aware of why you're dating Ms. Sorsby. How absurd of you to demand her to fawn over you when you've been leeching off her. Do you really think you're Prince Charming?" Cedric was undeniably favored by fate as he was the protagonist of this book. However, did he still expect things would stay the same once realization dawned on Diana? She was no longer the sacrifice for his and Misty's romance.

Ava has made it clear she doesn't welcome me, and who knows how many nobles and elitists in the royal family's circle secretly hate the idea that a commoner could marry a Prince? The King continued his speech, talking about the history of HarmonyMatch and how it has been created and perfected by our forefathers to save humankind and so on. It's a speech we've all heard before, but we still look at the King as if we're all just hearing it for the first time.

Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced. Maybe that was why every relationship crashed. Maybe she had never really moved on. But the past has sharp teeth. “Lincoln,” she whispered, “you broke me once.” His voice softened. “I know.” “And if it happens again…” “It won’t.” “You can’t promise that.” “No,” he admitted. “But I can promise I’ll fight for us this time.” The silence between them stretched. Heavy. Complicated. Finally Evelyn spoke. “Maybe we’re just two people who only work in memories.”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

she retorted with a disdainful sniff. "Who else do I have except you?" He shook his head, a bitter smile crossing his face. The history of his love life was as pure as a piece of paper. "At this point, I only know of two women: a concubine and your Juliet. For sure, there must be an innumerable number of women I know nothing about." She pouted and thought to herself, 'The prince of the Rong family: extremely handsome, rich, brilliant, and unparalleled... He is a god among men, so it's no wonder that women go crazy enough to fight over him.'

‘This is it!’ Hans exclaimed in his mind. This is finally the answer he was looking for. Those weren’t rumors at all!… King Dominique and Princess Everly really did have a romantic relationship in the past. Hans couldn’t help but feel elevated. He didn’t know why he was happy knowing that they were indeed in a relationship. It became clear to him. The reason why he was so eager to know the past of King Dominique and Princess Everly. It’s because he was hoping that the rumors weren’t just rumors. He hoped that it was a fact. It indeed has happened.

“The first thing in the morning. How about 6 a.m.?” I nodded. “Okay, but I thought royalty didn’t wake up before noon.” Constantine frowned. “How can you conclude that?” “From the historical romance books that I read.” He laughed out loud, and it was a pleasant sound. “All is fiction, my dear. Though we are royalty, we are like other people too.” “I love hearing your laugh.” Constantine stared at me for a few seconds and smiled. “It is rare for me to laugh. You can make me laugh only by saying something. You are indeed a special woman.” His eyes were shining now. “I want you more than ever now.”

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.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.