Romance Medieval Novels & Stories

Kingdoms went to war for that shit. Well, ladies, I thought, no consummation happened over here. My groom upped and left after giving me an explosive orgasm, during which, I must add, he barely even touched me. Rita pasted a smile on her face, but I could see the confusion in her eyes at not finding proof of consummation on the sheets. Thank goodness medieval people were too polite to ask certain kinds of questions. “Yer Highness," she said, "We need to get ye dressed. There’s quite the journey ahead of ye.”

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

Rebecca’s POV “You know, for someone who’s not falling for anyone, you’re having a very romantic few days.” I groaned. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’m starting,” Maddie said, leaning back against the fountain like she had all day to unravel me. “Two men circling you, an engagement to a knight who could kill a man with a spoon, and your childhood crush still looking at you like you’re the only star in the sky. Meanwhile, my love life is—” She waved a hand vaguely. “—a tragic ballad sung by drunk minstrels.”

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

The stone walls were a deep shade of gray, giving the castle an ancient, weathered look. As they walked deeper into the castle, Liam could see the intricate details of the architecture. The arches were carved with delicate designs and the ceilings were adorned with intricate frescoes, depicting scenes from ancient myths and legends. It was clear that every detail of the castle had been crafted with painstaking care and precision. The passageways were wide and well-lit, with torches burning brightly along the walls. Liam couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer size and beauty of the castle. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, and he felt as though he had stepped back in time to an e

I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her. “I love you,I love you” I chanted,easing myself into her as she screamed,I began to thrust in and out of her as thunder rumbled outside…….. immediately the rain began to pour heavily. I know I’ve offended the elders I know there’ll be trouble on the morrow but I don’t care, I’ll face the consequences. .. .. 💕Lady Miranda’s POV 💕 .. .. “Something is definitely wrong,I sense it,I can feel it…… The King has offended the elders and there’ll be trouble, I placed the black stones on the floor as his pets face appeared.

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

His hair was brushed up behind, but a strand of hair laid on his forehead. I am amazed at how civilized he was here than the first time I met him. In my place, he looked like someone who would just barges into your house, like the bad boy in the novels. Right now, he looks like a hot billionaire man who was a regal back in the medieval period. Classy and sophisticated. Adam is Mr. Ross? That is the first thing I had in mind. Although I am not that surprised. The reason why I feel surprised is that seeing him again--- brings about the explosions of diluted emotions that I have been struggling to hide.

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

This is really happening. "Y...Yes I do" I replied with a hopeless crack in my voice. "And do you promise to be there for better for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?" "Yes I do". Nezt, he gave the marriage rites to me to read out: "I Bethel, take you Ryan to be my lawfully wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part" I read nervously.