The Romantic Englishwoman Novels & Stories

‘That’s because my reasons for being here have nothing to do with you or the Russian Bratva’ She answered boldly flicking her red/gold hair off her shoulder she walked straight up to him barely reaching his shoulder. ‘Now is there anything else you require?’ Her green and gold eyes flashed with amusement, he was completely nonplussed by the stunningly beautiful English woman, ‘How did an English woman become a Mafia Don?’

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Eloise informed like it was vital information. "Stop yourself right there, Eloise. I can introduce myself," stepped in a proper English woman, everything from her terrifyingly straight posture to her extended pinky and gloved hands, "my name is Rebecca Wynverston, and I'm the most beautiful from all of the wives. Well, myself and Florence are."

And then the passenger door opened. Out stepped an Omega woman, not just any Omega. She was delicate, porcelain-pale, with long chestnut waves cascading down her back. Her features were refined, so striking it almost hurt to look directly at her. There was fragility to her frame, yet something ethereal in the way she moved as she reached for Ronan’s hand. A murmur ran through the crowd like a ripple. “She’s gorgeous…” “She looks like she came straight out of a romance novel…” “I didn’t even think Omegas like her existed outside of noble families…”

Another netizen wrote, "A country bumpkin is indeed a country bumpkin. Even after moving to the city, she's still a woman from the countryside." "It's impossible for her to become as sophisticated as a cultured and educated rich woman. I truly wonder what Brighton was thinking." "How could they let someone like her present the flowers? She's embarrassing the country!" "Should they let a two-faced bitch with questionable character to present the flowers instead? What do you mean by cultured and educated?" "Have all of you forgotten about what had happened? A mistress will forever bear the label." "Victoria, it isn't your fault that you can't speak Yrindish. Keep it up!"

Chapter 1: The First Night --- Her heart was pounding violently. A twenty-one-year-old young woman named Elena Ruby Edna had round, light-blue eyes like the clear coastal sea—so beautiful and captivating. Her petite face, her delicate nose, her perfectly balanced features, her lips like sweet yet tempting cherries, and her fair skin that looked so smooth that even the slightest pressure might turn it red. She was wearing the most beautiful wedding gown. Her long, wavy light-brown hair shimmered like gold. Elena looked like the most beautiful princess in existence.

Ann said facing Henry. “Yes. And let me promise you something today,nobody talks less of a lady will be able to come between us. I chose you and you alone and nothing in this world can change that. The only thing I need from you is your love and complete trust in our relationship and everything will be fine.” Henry said “Awwwwwwn,so sweet.” Martha said “I still can’t believe what I’m seeing. Is this really Henry? So you’re actually romantic?” Ethan said “With the right woman.” Henry replied

In the moment of my exhilaration with this newfound British specimen, I completely forgot about Tristan and his date. I looked with awe at this woman who wasn’t bad to look at either. She had waist-length golden hair and such a beautiful small face I most definitely would have been very interested if I was straight. She was pale and with such a straight nose, rosy cheeks and a willowy figure. Especially in her traditional-style ball gown— “You sound familiar,” I told her. She gave me a funny look. I made to correct myself hastily. “No, don’t… I mean, you sound like my some of my friends from way back.”

she cut in, not minding his stern looks. She turned her gaze to Roma who was sitting right beside her. Chad's mum has always been friendly and warm, it was his father that was ' the problem'. "Sweetie, what's your name?" she asked with her polished British accent. Yes, she had studied English at Oxford, London, obtained a phD in English, before getting her ' royal wedding'. "Roma" she smiled shyly "oh heavens! Nwa m (my child), are you seeing this?" she turned to Chad " oh behold her smile." she was clearly impressed.

James wanted to organize a grand and romantic wedding for Thea. Meanwhile, Maxine was brought to a mysterious place within the Greater Realms. She stood puzzledly before a waterfall and stared at the beautiful woman opposite her. The woman’s appearance was no longer obstructed. She wore a white dress, had a gorgeous face, and seemed too perfect to be true. Even Maxine felt slightly inferior in front of her. Maxine stared at the woman and asked, “Who are you? Why did you bring me here?” “You should call me Madam.”