Romance Medieval Novels & Stories

Francesca stated beaming at Joan. She knew her niece hadn't had a serious romantic affair since Dylan Reed. "Y...you are asking me to marry?" Joan stuttered, she couldn't comprehend her aunt's words. "Yes I am, a marriage of convenience."

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

"weird as in" Jiho questioned still puzzled. "It's like...at the beginning it is the same shit but suddenly there's someone I can't see standing there holding his hand out for me. I hear someone calling out to me and whenever I hear his voice I feel warm. Warm as in...I don't know, you understanding Jiho" Jiho nodded his head in understanding and urged Jun to continue. "So yeah like I feel all warm and when I reach out to that hand I'm in a beautiful garden I've never seen before."

The old wooden shelves were heavy with books, and the scent of dust and ink was oddly calming. Cat pulled out a thick anthology of Arthurian legends and flopped into one of the deep armchairs near the back. Cat held up the book, showing an illustration of Guinevere and Lancelot. The queen looked regal and heartbroken. The knight? Devoted and tragic. “Drama. Romance. Betrayal,” Cat whispered. “This is gonna be so juicy.” Elara traced the drawing with her eyes. It was a story as old as time. A woman caught between duty and desire. A man willing to risk it all.

Jacob ignored him as he strode out of the car, but that was when Raymond spoke audibly from Zachary's phone, "You can calm down. I'm not accusing you of lying to me. I just think that it's not Renaissance… Rather, it's medieval." "E-Early medieval…?" Billy was left baffled, and as he was poor with history, he couldn't help asking, "When, exactly?" "Generally, it's agreed that it extends from the 500s to the 1500s," Raymond replied. "The Renaissance is a period where the medieval period concludes, so there's a huge distinction." Jacob returned to the car right then, withdrawing the one leg that had just started to reach out as he turned toward Zachary in shock, "Wait, didn't Mr. Cardensky say

I was not prepared for the barrage of medieval facts that were streaming through his thoughts. He was fighting the urge to just tell me literally everything he knew about the medieval times, but he refrained, thinking it would make him sound too nerdy. He was literally acting so cute right now and I didn't love it. How was I supposed to kill him? He was a good guy! Ugh.

“Unfair? Please. If the world wants to enjoy what we give them, they can also serve us in return.” Rafaela swirled her wine glass, smirking. “And the best part? They don’t even realize they’re already ours.” Mies leaned back, satisfied. The medieval world had no idea what was happening to them. They believed they were simply enjoying the wonders of Aeternum. But in truth, they were being led into an unbreakable embrace—one of comfort, dependency, and quiet submission. Without a single battle…Aeternum had already slowly winning.

The maids in the previous castle were helpful towards and that is the reason why I could learn to read. Currently, I was reading a novel, and from what Cassandra had told me--It was a romance novel. I still was new learning about it, but all I knew about was that a hug and a kiss on the forehead were a sign of intimacy. I couldn't understand much, but in the books, it stated that sensing that bubbling feeling in the abdomen and the warmth in the chest was something related to a close connection between two people. A bond. As I put the book down on the nightstand and leaned the headboard of the bed, a few minutes passed before there was a knock at the door. As I told the person behind the doo

Roxanne pressed her hand to her mouth to stop her from screaming, but Lancelot wasn't done yet. "My world was nothing but an empty drawing paper, but you stepped in and filled with your rainbow of colours. Your smile, your cheerfulness, everything has filled my soul with so much joy than I know what to do with. I am in love with you Roxanne, and I do not know when I fell, but I have been falling ever since and I do not intend to ever be caught if it's not by you. So, I'm asking you to please marry me, and continue to make me the happiest man alive."

The vampire and his bride part 1 Aurora's heart pounded in her chest as the maids guided her down the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ancient stone walls, creating an almost otherworldly atmosphere that sent shivers down her spine. She could hardly believe the events that had led to this moment. Just hours ago, she had stood beside Lucian in a ceremony that seemed like a surreal dream, her vows mingling with his in a union that felt both fated and fantastical. The memory of the ritual still clung to her, the scent of incense and the murmur of incantations echoing in her mind.