Unrequited Love Historical Romance Books Novels & Stories

I was transported to a time when courtly romance and whispered promises held power. As the story unfolded, I became entangled in the web of forbidden love that consumed Isabella's heart. The enigmatic stranger, Lewis, with his smoldering gaze and mysterious past, ignited a fire within her that defied reason. Their encounters, filled with stolen glances and lingering touches, sent shivers down my spine and left me yearning for a connection as intense and profound as theirs.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

I want him to make something! Vincent did not answer her. His eyes remained fixed on the clothes she was wearing. "That's the nightgown I bought for Nina. She never wore it even once!" Serena misunderstood his meaning, grabbing the neckline with a shy expression. "The nightgown is very comfortable. I love it. Be gentle later, don't tear it." Vincent had a splitting headache. He pushed Serena away and scolded her harshly. "I've already told you I'm not interested in you! My mate will only ever be Nina. You don't deserve to wear her clothes or touch her things!"

She set one hand on her churning stomach as his eyes raked over her. The wind kicked up suddenly. ‘Hello, Matt,’ she replied, reminding herself why she had come here. After all these years, another lifetime as Ben Davenport’s wife, she shouldn’t be feeling anything. But she supposed something about a first love remained a part of you forever, no matter how badly it had turned out. She attributed her reaction to nostalgia, something akin to hearing an old song on the radio. Regardless of how much she wanted to, she couldn’t stand before him and pretend he’d never touched her.

Instead, I started staying away, coming home later, speaking less, avoiding her whenever I could. And little by little, that distance grew between us. And then Serena returned, broken and bruised, running from a toxic, disastrous marriage, and looking for protection. I had taken her in without hesitation, partly because I wanted to help. But if I was honest... There had been another reason. A darker one. I had kept Serena by my side because I knew Nyssa didn't really like her. Serena's presence bothered her, but I hadn't minded. In fact... There were moments when I'd felt a twisted sense of satisfaction in Nyssa's disapproval of Serena, especially whenever I remembered the contents of that e

I would meet his invitations with a confident yes. Our connection deepened with every unspoken understanding and shared moment of admiration. Then, on a night when the stars were out in full force. "Rosie." He paused, locking his deep gaze on me, his voice softer than the whispering night wind: "I want to be by your side for all the roads ahead. I like you." I caught sight of my smiling reflection in his eyes and replied with a gentle smile of my own: "I like you too." Just like that, the storm clouds cleared.

When she heard that he had been involved in an accident and she had seen him unconscious, she had felt that her heart had been torn into a thousand-piece, she couldn't help but stay by his side never wanting to leave his side until he woke up, she had felt more than happy when she finally saw him open his eyes. Earlier when he had thanked her for what she had done for him, although she felt happy that his voice wasn't cold and indifferent, she could not help but want that side of his, his indifference and coldness "had she fallen in love with that side of him?" She could not help but ask herself, she felt that she preferred his other side "was she mad?" She asked herself again, "how could sh

she said as they all nodded in agreement with her. .. .. .. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR….. REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD WARNING MATURED CONTENT R18 ****** Revenge was all she wanted, it was all she hungered for, but slowly did she know that she was falling straight into the devil's lair and the den of true love. She never intended to fall for him, he never intended to fall for anyone. All she wanted was to destroy him, not yearn for him more and more.

Only a little money from her books remained. “So, I heard you were looking for me?” An elegant woman walked in with a little boy by her side. Adeline stood up as she accessed the lady. She looks more beautiful in person, slightly plump with curves, shiny black hair, earthy brown eyes and light chocolate skin. Seems like she got her eye and skin color from her. “Hello, mother.” Grace looked at the young lady in front of her in shock. A sense of recognition flash in her earthy orbs as she looked at the familiar face.