Novel & Cerita Slow Burn Historical Romance Books

I shoved him down hard. The bullet ripped through me instead, and I collapsed on him. His eyes went wide, real terror flickering there for the first time. "Natalie…" Gunfire answered back. Bernard's crew was not having it. The world started to spin, pain crashing over me like a wave. Francis' voice was calling my name, fading into the distance. Then, everything went black. ...

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

The flame crept closer, a lover’s caress just shy of her skin. I let it dance along the curve of her collarbone, watching as she flinched but didn’t move away. “That’s the thing about fire,” I murmured. “It’s both destruction and creation. It burns, yes. But it also forges. It makes something stronger, something unbreakable.” I lowered the flame to the inside of her wrist, just a whisper of heat against her skin. She gasped, her body jerking, but she didn’t pull away.

Makil said as he set his shirt on fire to make sure he got a good burn going. “Now, pulled the knife out!” Makil said, and Kymoni slid the knife out his chest and Makil quickly stuffed the burning shirt into the wound hoping the fire didn't go out before the fire went out. They all heard the sound of something cooking, right before they heard. “OUCH WHAT THE FUCK MAN, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU BURNING ME ALIVE! THIS AIN'T SURVIVOR!” Kain said, as he tried to put out the fire burning his chest. Essi cried out and hugged his neck and cried. “Essi I can't breathe, you're going to kill me. I'm ok sissy, I'm not going nowhere.” Kain said as he tried to get out of Essi's grip.

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

After being reborn, I finally realized that Jared had just been playing hard to get to keep me under his control. He treated me well during the first two years after our marriage. Although I was rarely home because of work, he would shower me with love whenever I returned. He would pin me down in the bed and make love to me all night. It was as if he wanted to become one with me. He also sided with me whenever Madison nitpicked me. That was why I held on for so many years. I could accept life's challenges and Madison's absurd expectations, but I couldn't tolerate any flaws in my marriage.

He just watched my eyes, reading my silent, breathless consent in the warm firelight. He reached down and intertwined his fingers with mine. His grip was strong and reassuring. Julian gently guided me out of the library. We walked in complete silence down the long, dark hallway of the penthouse. The air out here was much cooler than the heat of the fire, but my skin was burning. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that it was all I could hear. We stepped into his master bedroom. The only light in the room came from the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the glittering New York skyline. The soft silver glow of the city painted the dark floors and the edge of the larg

Accusations laced with truths twisted into lies. Their sanctuary was starting to fracture. But they held on. Every night, they lit candles. They made love like warriors. They kissed like prayers. They whispered promises into each other’s skin. “We are fire,” Isabella told him one night. “Let her try to smother us.” And Auther, fierce and aching, replied, “Then let her burn.”

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

I loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)