Clean Regency Romances Novels & Stories

In my last life, I made the dumbest mistake—picked up a Moonlight Ring from the grass. That cursed thing locked me into a mate bond with Silvermoon Pack's Alpha. Too bad his heart already belonged to my sister, Irene. She lived to a hundred, had five pups with her real mate in Ravenshade Pack while I rotted. Every time she got cozy with her mate, Leon tossed me in the basement. "You picked up that ring! I had to watch my true love build a family with someone else!" For eighty years, she lived happily. I barely lived at all. Leon flayed me open, let my skin grow back, then crushed my bones just to watch them heal. Every day felt like dying on repeat. Only when Irene finally kicked the bucket did he let me go. Then boom—I woke up, right back on the day I picked up that damn ring. I wasn't gonna screw it up again. But Irene—always the clean freak—snatched it off the ground before I could stop her.

The soon-to-be King, Neil Gabriel J. Rashid-Al, was called by his father King to go home to their country after 7 years of jumping from one country to the other one, but for other reasons he is not ready yet who came back, and because he has a past that he doesn't want to go back to Dubai. And so, to escape his past, he looked for a woman who would agree to be his wife and in an unexpected chance, he saw the maid who was cleaning his house, her name was Wendy, and she was raised impoverished. Meanwhile, Wendy Lee saw her boss for the first time because whenever she came to his house to clean, he was out doing his business. But that day was different and because of circumstances she agreed to be his contract wife even though they didn't know each other very well. Soon, they fly going to Dubai and the Rashid-Al family were all surprised by their news, especially his elder sister who knows everything about him. The question is...will the soon-to-be King, Neil, take the throne and be willing to be true to himself, or will he hide and stick to his plan? But what will happen if the past meets the future? What side is he going to take?

On my birthday, my fiancé used his supermarket points to get me a pair of dishwashing gloves. But at an auction, he bought a five-million-dollar gem for his first love. I was mad, confronting him, but he called me a gold digger. "I've been giving you money to spend. Isn't it only right that you take care of me? This was supposed to be my final test for you. If you passed, we'd get married. You've let me down big time." I broke up with him. He turned around and proposed to his first love. Five years later, we ran into each other on a private vacation island. Alex Thompson saw me in the workers' uniform picking up trash on the beach. He mocked me on the spot. "You turned your nose up at the gloves I got you, and here you are, scavenging garbage. Now, even if you begged me, I wouldn't give you a second glance." I ignored him. My son's social studies project was to clean up the backyard with a parent. His dad had expanded the yard all the way to the beach. Cleaning it up was exhausting.

“I curse you, Cyrus. I curse you this day. Your seed shall turn against themselves. Your pack shall turn to ash. Your kingdom shall go to ruins. Your name will be forgotten. Wiped clean from the face of the earth. As dark as your heart is, so shall your days be.” Those were Yemanja's words to Cyrus. Cyrus, the king of Lakewood Kingdom, and Alpha of the largest and strongest pack of wolves, has committed the greatest of atrocities- And now, he is cursed. His Lineage is threatened. His curse is on his seeds- Darius and Lucius. Twin Alpha's. Darius, the first born twin is cursed- A curse that manifests when he is eighteen years old. A curse which prevents him from taking the throne. Lucius the second twin who is born just as the full moon disappears, carries an even greater curse that is an abomination to the Royal Family. He is sent away to hide in shame, to live as an outcast, away from his people. But every curse has a crack and in this case, the crack may be TRUE LOVE. And then the universe has another card up its sleeve, a card that involves a romantic bond between Yemanja's granddaughter, who is an hybrid witch-wolf and the Twin Brothers. Would their love be strong enough? Read to find out how the power of love can break generational curses.

She was in love with him. That, she was certain of. He was her first love and the one who had written the inscription on her arm twelve years ago. But what could she do when her best friend who had been heartbroken so many times told her she was in love with the same man? Lillian loved her best friend and would want nothing for her than her happiness. So, she decided to give him up and started pretending like she did not care about him since he was even unable to recognize her after they departed twelve years ago. The only way for him to remember her was to see the inscription on her arm, which she was never going to show him. What was going to be her fate when she eventually find out that her best friend had been lying to her all along? How would she be able to come clean with the man of her dreams when she had given him the impression that she hated him? How would she be able to reveal to him that she was the Lillian he had been searching for? Read this book and dive into the ocean of Lillian's selfless love story and find the answers to these questions.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

After my sister, Mona Ramsey, and I graduated from college, our family went bankrupt. Our father gave us two options: One was to marry into the Whites through an alliance. The other was to take over the company and clean up the mess. In my previous life, Mona wanted the rich socialite lifestyle and chose to marry into the Whites. She ended up being brutally tortured by her husband, leaving her disfigured and disabled. I, on the other hand, relied on my talent for business to bring the company back from the brink. For a while, I was riding high and had everything going for me. Mona grew insanely jealous of me. At the company's IPO launch event, she stormed into the venue carrying gasoline and set me on fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when our father gave us the choice. This time, Mona rushed to stand in front of me. "Dad, let Laura marry into the Whites," she said. "She's been spoiled since she was little. She can't handle a hard life. I'll stay with you and face everything that's coming." I couldn't help laughing. Oh, my silly little sister! Staying would be far more miserable than marrying into the Whites.

My name is Elvira Rossi, daughter of Don Rossi, head of the Itavelle mafia family. Three months ago, my father was killed. Our operations were stripped bare, nothing left. The accounts were draining fast, and the family still had mouths to feed. Then a DNA report surfaced out of nowhere. According to it, I was the LaRosa family's long‑lost true heiress, missing for eighteen years. Money, at last, had found its way to me. For the sake of my people, I was willing to set aside my pride and play the part of a sheltered heiress. The car sent to escort me back to the estate broke down halfway up the mountain? I steadied it with one hand and carried it the rest of the way to the hilltop manor. The fake heiress dissolved into tears, accusing me of pushing her? I answered by striking the century-old tree in the courtyard, splitting it clean through. She went silent immediately. My fiancé sent bodyguards to "teach me self‑defense"? My two friends politely introduced them to the concept of being permanently embedded in a wall. As my so‑called "family" shook in fear, my knuckles cracked softly. After all, before inheriting the mafia, I inherited my father's favorite rule: "If violence can solve it, don't waste words."

Marry me and give me an heir. Soren Lancaster said in a cold raspy voice. That's all he wants. A womb to bear his child — the only way he could keep his crown and remain the rightful head of the Lancaster empire. A deal sealed in misery. A marriage of convenience, stripped of love, a secret to the outside world, to Soren. Delilah Harper sold her body and soul in exchange for her mother's debt. A fatal mistake. One unforgettable night, a near death encounter and Soren left, leaving Delilah lovestruck. Delilah loved him quietly, believing she could earn his heart, make him see her the way she has always seen him. But to Soren, rules were sacred. Unbreakable. Only cold silence and a space Delilah mistook as a home. She was nothing but a rebound. A woman who couldn't give him the one thing he wanted the most. A baby. And still, he did not cast her aside. He kept her. Delilah held on to that tiny hope. But that hope dies off clean when Soren brings another woman home— pregnant. Not just any woman. Ashley Garcia. Her highschool bully, and the woman who left Soren at the alter. His first love.

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University: no athletic dorm drama, no boring elective classes, and absolutely, under no circumstances, no hockey players. She's broken all three before October. Now she's stuck writing a semester-long profile on Declan Mercer — starting center, criminally good at skating backward, and the most inconveniently interesting person she's met since arriving at Harlow. He's easygoing where she's structured, instinctive where she's methodical, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him to be. Which, as it turns out, is a problem. Zara knows how to land on her feet. She's been doing it since the fall that broke her wrist and her confidence in one clean moment two years ago. She doesn't need a hockey player dissecting her skating footage at midnight or texting her things that are too honest for seven AM. She definitely doesn't need him to be right. But just as something real starts forming between them — something unscripted, something she didn't prepare for — a single email pulls the assignment and threatens to take everything with it. Some edges are sharper than they look. And some falls are worth the landing.