Romantic Era Novels Novels & Stories

Then he kissed his wife, who answered with a sweet smile and came out like a knight of the Holy Order at the door of the salon, from darkness to light, from sadness to joy, like a true nobleman full of parental love to his scent, the heir to the titles parents, a knight, strong in his father's court or among the great ladies who were ashamed of the brilliance of this demigod, but a vulnerable spider on the field of honor, crushed in his great duels by the great trumpets of the show, amazed by the swords that fluttering in flashes and a baltag like a mad cyclops hitting his chest, so well ends a volume of romantic stories in blood and death, but only now reveal the actors and the beautiful ar

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Candlelight flickered softly across the walls while wind rattled faintly against the windows. She could not concentrate. Not on reading. Not sleeping. Not on anything except Edwin Emerson. For years she had convinced herself she was a woman men merely tolerated. Something to settle for. Something hidden away once disappointment settled in. But Edwin looked at her like she was beautiful. Worse… He made her feel beautiful. Desired. Wanted. Arabella closed her eyes tightly. No one had ever awakened feelings like this inside her before. Not even her husband. Especially not her husband.

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

I fled the room as if the hounds of hell were at my heels, heart hammering, thighs embarrassingly slick. --- The summons didn’t stop. The next day he called me to clean his chambers. The room was almost spotless — only a few books out of place and pillows slightly askew — yet he made me clean it twice under the weight of his stare. His scent, dark pine and warm musk, wrapped around me until I felt dizzy and aching. By the time I finished, my nipples were tight against my dress and heat throbbed low in my belly. He dismissed me only after I caught him inhaling deeply, as if drinking me in.

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

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" I reply. "We'll see. The heroine always denies her feelings at first in most romance novels. " she coos. "That's not true! And even if This Mansion were to be a novel, I'm pretty sure it would be horror and not romance! " I shot. "That's true. But who says a little romance isn't allowed in a horror novel? " she coos while wiggling her brows at me. "You're nuts! " I reply as I roll my eyes and look away while she just laughs.

Elle got up from her seat and moved to the counter. “Did Arielle ever use ‘Elle’ as her pen name?” Irene asked Tasha. “She used to, way before, why?” Tasha raised her brows. “Really? Did she ever write a romance novel then?” Irene asked her picking the interest. “She’s only ever wrote ‘Mystery/thriller/horror’ that girl doesn’t know romance, she used to scare guys away with her creepy interest in horror and paranormal, In high school, the guys would run away during the courage test but she used to run around to catch the ghosts, that’s why she never got her chance on romance.” Tasha sighed, shaking her head.

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