Novel & Cerita Romantic Historical Fiction

Ace was walking down a path of rose petals, candles flickering in the ancient sconces, and pack members gathered to witness history in the making. "Elegant but warm," I said slowly. "Formal enough to honor the occasion, but not so formal that it feels cold. This is about family as much as it is about power." "I love it. Very Colleen Hoover meets medieval fantasy." I laughed despite myself. "That's oddly specific." "But accurate, right? All that romantic tension with a touch of ancient mysticism?" "You're ridiculous." "But I'm not wrong." She wasn't wrong. There was something deeply romantic about the idea of watching the man I loved claim his birthright. Something that made my heart race and

He’d made sure of it. No contact. No mistakes. But he’d come back every night since he walked away. Just to make sure she was still breathing. Just to confirm that no one else had found her. Just to see her. It was pathetic. Nicholas Romanov didn’t do obsession. Didn’t do longing. But Chloe… she had crawled into his bloodstream, into the gaps between his loyalty and his rage, and made a home there. She haunted him worse than Isaac’s death. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The way her lips trembled when she whispered Isaac. The way she didn’t plead. The way she looked so damn broken—and still didn’t blame him.

“You are not rude, you are a godsend.” Adriana cleared her throat at the glint she saw in his eyes and quickly looked away, letting her gaze wander around the room. “What genre are these?” She asked him and he also stared around. “Educational, historical, gothic, and also…” He leaned in. “Romance.” Her eyes lit up and Marcus chuckled again. “Go on, check it out.” Adriana hesitated a little and raised her brows. “Can I?” Marcus’ nod was all she needed and she ran around the place going from one shelf to the other checking out the names on the covers and her lips lifted when she came to a section and saw the covers.

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

I awkwardly nod at him. "Nope, you are wrong. You wrote a love story with a classic tragedy at the end." So what?! It is almost a shock, and it's a romance. "It's a romance." I contest. "No, it's not. Let me tell you what's a romance story is." He pauses and stands up. He begins to move as he explains. "A romance story is a type of genre in fiction novel which places its primary focus on a relationship and romantic love between two persons. Usually emotionally satisfying and has an optimistic ending. Romance story always has a happy ending despite the challenges of your plot." Oh! I understand.

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

Not just big and then empty. I dragged my shocked feet towards the rows of shelves. The first, the second, third and more. All in different categories and genres. True life histories about wolves in one, histories about mates and their bonds in another, history about were-wars in one, histories about the rulers, their accomplishments and their deaths in another. And it went on like that until I got to the last row that got me grinning like a child who was just given a candy. Romance. A huge, wide shelf of romance books, soft, dark, extra dark... I had no idea Alexander would have a collection like this, ever.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."