Romance Medieval Novels & Stories

Lorenzo was walking out in the opposite direction. "Lorenzo!" Lorenzo stopped walking and turned around with a smirk as I approached him. "Adam. How can I help you?" "What makes you think you can hurt Daphnie and get away with it?" "Daphnie insulted me," Lorenzo scoffed. "That's your excuse?" "In medieval times, women were executed if they insulted a man." "Well, we're not in medieval times, are we?" "History may repeat itself at one point. Why not start today?"

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

A woman with fiery red hair flowing down her back with a head-dress, and was wearing a richly embroidered gown, personifying the costume of nobility from the Middle Ages, was screaming at the Duke! "I should be eating with you in the hall! You keep me locked on this floor like a prisoner! I am your mistress and should be acknowledged as such!" Mistress?! Why the fuck can't the fairies land me in a time when the descendants of Braxius were single? My Trojan husband was married to a bitch that allowed the Greeks into Troy. My Roman lover had a mistress who tried to embarrass me in front of the Emperor. I don't want any more

"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.

As his massive shaft ruptured her hymen, she cried out in agony. He panted heavily and kissed her all over her face, saying, "Beautiful...relax...relax for me." When his soft voice reached her ears, she instantly relaxed. They both made love that night under the moonlight and stars, unaware of the approaching storm. They slept in each other's arms, and the next morning, he kissed her lips and said as his eyes fell on the sleeping beauty, "Good morning Angel". That morning, he prayed to God that he would wake up every day in her arms.

’ "The medieval mind understood something we've forgotten, that desire and submission are not opposites. They are partners." His eyes found mine just for a moment, and something passed through his eyes, gone before I could be certain it had happened, but I felt it in my spine, in my fingertips, in the constant pulse between my legs. "Can anyone give me an example from the text?" he asked, his eyes scanning the class. Hands rose, but I kept mine on my lap, pressing my palms together to stop their shaking. Mira was watching me and I could feel it without looking. "The speaker calls his beloved his 'lord,' " someone said. "He says he serves her pleasure."

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

“This is what you do to me. It’s maddening. I’ve spent my life on battlefields, yet I find myself counting the minutes until I can see you again. I only just met you, but it feels like I’ve known you for ages. It’s insane how much I need you.” I looked up at him, my heart hammering. I thought about the romance books I’d hidden to read in the library, the stories of knights who were perfect and polite. Cedric wasn’t a storybook prince. He was raw and honest, looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. The risk of being seen out here, in the middle of the afternoon, sent a frantic, electric shock through my body. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I helped him unbuc

He continued to harass her with his words and eyes. She unconsciously took another step back, her heart beating faster than ever and her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. She was too shocked to even speak. With a blank mind, she threw the broom at him and he dodged it ever so effortlessly. She turned around and quickly rushed towards the back room but who was she running away from? A mafia king who was deeply and madly in love with her.

He began, and I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath as I shook my head frantically. "The vampire prince had fallen in love with a wolf girl, and she isn't from any other pack but the Silver Moon pack . I am sure it isn't real love but a spell, but I'm afraid he...." "What did I just hear you say?!" The king's voice roared so dangerously, each word laced with a chilling menace. "Your son is going crazy over a young girl in the silver moon pack!" "Never!!" The king thundered, his voice dripping with venom, and his eyes burned like a raging inferno, ready to consume everything in its path.