Novel & Cerita Sexiest Historical Romance

He chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like we're about to embark on the most romantic history lesson ever." As we wandered through the museum's halls adorned with love letters from famous historical figures and relics of love stories long past, the atmosphere seemed to cast a spell on us. Henry pulled me closer, and we lingered near an exhibit showcasing love letters exchanged between Napoleon and Josephine. "Imagine writing love letters like that," Henry mused, "I think we're missing out in the modern era." I smirked, "You mean like sending a text that says 'luv u' doesn't quite capture the same romantic essence?"

The King placed the black velvet box into his hands, and stepped back with the Queen into their thrones, letting us have the spotlight–quite literally, too. Everything light turned off except for a light above us…or it could really be just me, focusing on nothing but Caelum, who knelt on the ground in front of me on one knee, and whispered just so only I could hear: "Will you give me the honor of marrying you, Vivienne Skye Harper?" He opened the velvet box, and there laid the most stunning diamond ring I have ever seen.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

I flip through the magazine in the seat pocket, scroll aimlessly on my phone until there’s no signal, and then just watch him from time to time, It’s unsettling. When we finally descend, I press my face slightly toward the window. And then I see it. The city. Elegant rooftops. The curve of a river cutting through it. Landmarks I’ve only ever seen in pictures. My breath catches. “No way…” I whisper. The wheels touch down smoothly. PARIS. Like actual Paris. The land of lovers. The city of lights. The city people fly across the world for honeymoons and proposals and once-in-a-lifetime romance.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

Lucas's tongue teased, caressing Velia's lips and playing in the corners of her sweetness. A hint of a smile emerged. Velia invited Lucas to enter, and she greeted him with a sensual trap. Lucas groaned as Velia ensnared his tongue with a tantalizing suck, causing a surge of excitement. It felt electrifying and brought forth an unbearable tension. Velia tilted her face, creating a position that allowed her to savor Lucas's tongue even deeper. Like a beautiful predator, she did not want her prey to escape her trap so easily. The rhythm was gentle, sultry, and melodic. Velia shattered Lucas's self-esteem with feminine touches that overwhelmed his masculinity.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

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."

forearm. Something in the friction of our skin making contact changed the tension in the room. I looked at him as if he were just a red blooded man not a family friend, or a servant. Sean looked at me with what I thought was something more, as I licked my lower lip in nervousness his eyes following every move… Sean sighed a deep sigh and moved to stand. “Rose, you are the most beautiful lady I have seen.” He began. “When I was asked to look after you at the beginning of this year, I thought sure, it would be like watching out for one of my cousins or a sister. But then I got to know you, I have watched you fight, organize, and take everything in stride.” I couldn’t help but just sit and sta

Celeste asked looking up at the stars. "No, he only told me to pack up for this…" " I see, you must love your husband a lot" Celeste reasoned, " I do and I Know you also have an eye for the Lord, Moreau I mean" Delphine phrased out as Celeste chuckled, everyone here knew how much Moreau loves and cherished Estelle La Fey, she's the only woman whom he holds in his heart, but seems like he chose power over his love, for reasons best known to him, and also how Celeste was always seen around him, because she had special feelings for him, though he never baits an eye at her, the fact she was Estelle La Fey's maid left people thinking.