Autumn In Paris Novels & Stories

Cassian and Emeraude strolled through the narrow streets of Paris, their hands intertwined and their hearts filled with love and admiration. The summer sun painted the city in golden hues, reflecting off the ancient facades of buildings and the calm waters of the Seine. Paris seemed to have been created especially for them in that moment, a perfect backdrop for their honeymoon.

A bateau-mouche glided over the dark water of the Seine. The glow from the lamplight joined the silvery light of the moon to dance on the spreading wake. It had been a long day, Nathan Damaron reflected, casually slipping his hands into his pockets as he strolled along the rough stones of the quay. But Paris never disappointed. The city was like a beautiful woman, seductive in her diamond lights and intriguing scents. Spring was in the air and lovers were in each other’s arms.

The sun was warm, and she instantly felt better as they walked the few blocks to the sidewalk café where they had spent many happy years together, whenever they visited France. The owner recognized them immediately and showed them to a small table beneath a pink and white umbrella on the terrace. They each ordered the summer salad and iced tea, then sat back to enjoy the late afternoon sights. The fashion district was particularly busy this time of year and tourists were buzzing everywhere looking for new fashions and bargains to take home with them. “I love this time of year,” Giovanni said with a content smile. “Paris in the summer is magnificent. I don’t even mind the tourists.”

Aurora walked into the main sitting room. Julian was standing at the floor-to-ceiling window. The lights of Paris stretched out below him, a vast, glittering grid. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He looked entirely relaxed, a man who had finally set down a weight he had carried for fifteen years. Aurora walked over and stood beside him. She looked out at the city. "It smells different," Aurora said. Julian did not turn his head. "Paris."

I doubted that Benson would leave us high and dry. His pack is an hour out from ours by car, and the ride was filled with meaningless chatter and banter between us. It was a relaxing ride given how the evening had gone down. It was a little break, until we got closer and Autumn clutched her chest. “What’s wrong?” I linked her. “I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right, but Val and I don’t know what it is. Just be careful,” she warned just as we pulled up to the entrance.

A cold smile spread upon my lips. Eula had brought it upon herself. She had no one but herself to blame. I took a deep breath as I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my mind. The bell suddenly rang as it interrupted my train of thought. I slowly put my phone into my backpack. My gaze swept over the summer scene outside the window. It was such a lovely season.

Broken glass glittered faintly under the weak security lights that still somehow worked. This was the kind of place people avoided even in daylight. The kind of place chosen on purpose because screams here would drown in the wind and the rush of the Seine.The sky had already surrendered to night. Heavy, low hanging clouds pressed down on Paris, pregnant with rain that hadn’t yet decided to fall. A cold wind whipped across the empty lot, carrying the metallic tang of rust, river rot, and distant diesel. I pulled my coat tighter, but it did nothing against the chill crawling under my skin.

ELARA'S POV The Parisian rain drifted around us like spun glass, reflecting the distant amber halo of the Eiffel Tower across the wet slate rooftops of Avenue Montaigne. Beneath the heavy cashmere coat Lucien had draped over my shoulders, my body was a turbulent storm of heat, memory, and raw, electric temptation. My hands remained pressed flat against his bare chest, feeling the solid, frantic thud of his heart against my palms, the hot, uneven rise and fall of his ribs beneath his unbuttoned grey shirt.

My CEO fiancé lived by the rules. To him, principles came before everything. The day my mother suffered a heart attack, he offered to drive us to the hospital himself. Then he crawled along at five miles an hour, stopping for every pedestrian and refusing to change lanes or cut ahead of anyone. I urged him to hurry just once. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel and snapped at me to stop forcing him to do something that went against his principles. Then he pulled over, ordered my mother and me out of the car, and drove away. By the time we finally reached the hospital, we'd already lost the best window to save her. My mother died. Meanwhile, his personal assistant, Yara Cole, had j

They both looked each other with scared expressions and handover me white envelope. " What's that?" I opened the envelope and saw three pictures of Autumn. She was kidnapped by Victor. I trun the photograph and read his massage. " If you want to see your love alive than follow my command and if you deny it than you will see dead body of beloved Autumn, wait for my second massage."