Novel & Cerita Romance Medieval

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One Amidst a moonlit garden, the Knight meticulously arranged the engagement fairytale, each detail woven into a dreamy tapestry of romance. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the scene as he nervously awaited Annabelle's arrival. Roses adorned every corner, and the air was filled with anticipation. As Annabelle approached, the Knight's heart raced. He took a deep breath, clad in his finest armor, and with a voice filled with sincerity, he asked, "Annabelle, will you make me the happiest man in the realm and marry me?"

No, this cannot be… she knows nothing about these… she should not be aware of this… Romeo had the thought of wanting to jerk away before it was too late, but the floodgates of desire had already been opened. Two kinds of hungers came flooding in – sexual desire and the craving for her pure and untainted blood. And now that both these desires came at him all at once, the power it wielded over him was impossible to resist, more powerful than any other hunger he had experienced ever before. It shook him to his core – this all-consuming need and hunger that he is experiencing. In his mind, he knew it would be a challenge with Roselle. However, the knowledge and reality truly cannot be compared t

Remus closed his eyes, gathering all the patience he needed to pamper her and smiled, slowly opening his eyes and looked at her displaying unconditional love. “You are in our Donjon and if you consume the potion, I shall give you a sweetmeat.” He promised, hoping a sweetmeat can coax her into taking her medicine but Sigrid frowned, confused by his vocabulary. Not just the building and clothing but also his language belongs to medieval period. Don’t tell her she really time travelled into ancient days? She shook her head in denial, her hands clutching her hair as she couldn’t wrap her head around the things happening to her.

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

Lucian said. I looked out of the window expecting to see the club and say a mansion. I looked at the mansion and the looked at the Twins and said “ Are you serious right now? What is this a classic romcom, BDSM, fifty shades of Yes please?” Zalindra just stared in disbelief at the sight before her. She thought to herself “A girl could get used to this…”

Ana, will you be my girlfriend? With the romantic background music, a large bouquet of fiery red roses, jewelry that symbolized love, and a handsome and outstanding prince charming, the whole scene resembled that of a fairy tale. Diana's eyes turned slightly red as she looked at the man she had longed for, loved, and hated. At this moment, her heart softened, and she almost uttered a response. Just then, Cedric's phone emitted a buzzing vibration sound. This subtle sound snapped Diana out of her emotional trance. She bit her tongue abruptly, swallowing the unspoken words.

And they will leave immediately. I don’t want to cheat, of course! Even if it's a forced marriage, it's still not good for a woman to cheat. I just don't know about Callum. This is so frustrating. “How is that?! How can I do that?!” Frustrated, I gulped down the wine that was in the bottle while adjusting myself because I really had no idea about that. How can I seduce my husband?! I already tried to search about how to romance your husband. But there’s just the same context! It’s always about sex! I don’t even have any experience on that thing!

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

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.