Ancient Romance Novels & Stories

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

- We only can hope that common sense finally reaches our kingdoms. Romeo lays his head on Julius' chest. He was not a fragile flower. He had always been strong and his sexuality had never been the cause of a loss of strength and courage. But now, here, pregnant, in the arms of his love, he wanted to simply be Julius' love. He wasn't submitting to him, but showing how much he loved and was loved. He was still the third-strongest vampire in the kingdom. That wouldn't change, even without the title, but if to be strong he couldn't simply love, fuck strength. Welcome to Volnerability.

"He has tempered himself... for her." Selene's smile grew wistful, ancient memories flashing in her silvered eyes. "That’s the way of true mates," she said softly. "Their souls call to each other across time and space, no matter the storms they face." Venus flopped dramatically onto a marble bench, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder with a flourish. "And storms they have faced," she said with feeling. "Rejection, betrayal, curses, war... It’s like a tragedy and an epic romance rolled into one juicy mortal drama!"

Angelica broke the kiss and took a step back, nipping her lip bashfully as she scanned his exceptional, young man's body. Standing underneath the shower of hot water, dark hair drenched over her shoulders, Angelica stood waiting for Roman to come and get her. It was a game they had begun to play. She'd act somewhat shy and Roman, driven by high desire, would simply take her. She loved it.

The statue was said to be ahead of its time in 1787 by it sensual and romantic kiss shared between the lovers. It was based off a forbidden love story where Cupid and Psyche disobeyed their parents, suffered greatly because of their love, including trials and beatings, but somehow overcame it all and live happily fucking after. Talk about a meddling mother-in-law and shit. Not that what Amber and Leo had could compare to all the trials and tribulations of Psyche and Cupid, but it was hard not to see the comparisons in their own life stories. It was also nice to see they got the happy ending they deserved.

he interrupted. She fell silent as her mouth froze. “I suppose you already know the famous legend between our two countries.” Larice shot up an eyebrow. Of course, she knew it—A Symphony of Frost and Flame. It’s where Glaceus and Phlareus met their tragic end. Glaceus died as a consequence of their forbidden love. What did the Emperor mean by using that old legend? She wondered nervously.

“I’m afraid of losing you. There’s a difference.” And then he kissed her, fierce and brutal, as if he could anchor her to him through sheer will alone. --- By dawn, Rome whispered once more. Not of Dante Carbone, the king who had once ruled. Not of Lorenzo, the rival who had fallen. But of Amara and Dante together—two sovereigns bound not by a throne, but by an obsession too eternal, too dangerous, too consuming to ever be undone. They had walked through fire. They had bled, killed, and betrayed. They had lost everything and still chosen each other.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

Jeanna commented. "That’s more often said about parents and children," Linda corrected gently, her role as a senior secretary making her quick to ensure accuracy. "Right, I meant that the best kind of romance is one that grows over time and endures into old age." Jeanna rolled her eyes. Compared to Cedric, Austin seemed like the more dependable type. After all, if not for his timely intervention years ago, Sophie might not have survived. The idea of repaying a life-saving debt with romance might seem cliché, but it did paint a pretty picture.

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?