Autumn In Paris Novels & Stories

Someone in the crowd threw a half-finished drink at Ella. The bottle hit her face and splashed her with an unknown yellow liquid. “This is disgusting! I can’t bear to listen to you anymore!” “Did Amber’s life not matter?” More and more bottles and cans came flying in. The reporters scattered and left the scene. Ella and Mary huddled together in a panic. They dodged the rain of objects and scrambled around in a sorry state, like rats fleeing across a street. I was quietly entertained as I watched the whole chaotic scene unfold from the other side of the screen.

The week before the wedding has a particular quality, like the city knows something is coming and has adjusted its light accordingly. Paris in April is a different animal from Paris in November. The trees on every boulevard have their leaves back, proper green, and the morning air has warmth in it by ten o'clock, and the light comes through the apartment windows at an angle that makes everything look considered and deliberate, as if someone has been arranging it.

Bella POV A week later. Lyon in October is the color of something ending gracefully. I looked out the window of Sebastien's car as we drove from the airport. The trees along the wide boulevard were turning shades of deep amber and rust. The afternoon light was flatter and warmer than Silverton's, and the city moved at a quiet, unhurried pace. Sebastien had spent decades building his life here. I could see it in the way pedestrians smiled and nodded as his car passed by—not with fear, but with genuine respect.

"Your show ended at ten forty." "I had to remove an entire other woman from my face." His eyes moved over me. "Apparently." I shut the door. "Was that criticism?" "An observation." The car pulled away from the curb. "We're going to Paris. You could try being excited." "I go to Paris regularly." "Not with me." August looked back at his laptop. I smiled and settled into the seat. There was a folder beside me. I picked it up. VARENNE HOSPITALITY GROUP.

I'd been in a secret relationship with Nathan for six years. He said we couldn't go public because of his career. So we always split the bill, and anniversary gifts never cost more than fifteen dollars. The night before our anniversary, I asked him for the sixth time when he'd come home with me to meet my family. He turned me down again. "Ivy, I just think things are moving a little fast. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, after all." So I went home alone, carrying the expensive cheese and wine he'd bought for my mom. I pushed open the door and found the living room trashed. My stepsister Chloe stood there with a smug grin on her face. "Mrs. Mercer, you owe my family a million dollars. You'v

--- Elowen's POV By four in the afternoon, the autumn sky over Paris had turned the color of bruised slate. Marie had left an hour earlier, leaving a pot of warm herbal tea on the stove and my evening medication neatly laid out beside a glass of water on the dining table. The house was quiet in that clean, expansive way that old European townhouses often are—the only sounds being the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the occasional hiss of tires on wet cobblestones out on Rue de l'Université.

“Hey sister, I’m back from my vacation! I noticed from your posts that you’re in the area. Do you want to get together, maybe get coffee or lattes and go shopping for Autumn? It’s October!” Charlotte’s phone buzzes almost immediately. A smile spreads across her face as she types her reply. “Ok, I’ve rented a cabin in Helotes for a while, until March, for Bluebonnet season. That’s one of our favorite times of year. So, yay, it’s October, Autumn in Texas! We can go today if you have time. Let’s get in the mood for Autumn,” Charlotte replies to Scarlett, her excitement evident in every word.

Paris asked in a small voice. Scarlett nodded. “Of course. You need it more.” Paris was overly emotional. She jumped to her feet and hugged Scarlett. “Thank you so much. I am really grateful.” Scarlett and Shirley helped Paris carry all of her things to the armored vehicle. Then they drove Paris and her belongings to the apartment where she had originally lived. On the way, the thick layer of ice that had covered the ground began to melt as the temperature rose, leaving water pooling on top of the ice.

“I want you to imagine tomorrow morning—just another day. You wake up, brush your teeth, put on that shirt your mom says is your color—” “Blue. Because it matches my eyes, I know.” He grinned, eyes still closed. “—and you go outside, and get in your car, or maybe you walk this time. It’s an ordinary day. You’re listening to music, the sun’s shining. But then, something changes. You look out the window, and the sky…” Autumn’s voice dropped, serious. “It starts to get dark. Not just cloudy, but really dark, thick. The air feels heavy, like the whole world is holding its breath. You see it spreading over the city, almost alive, swallowing up the morning. It’s not an eclipse, not a storm. It’s s

As he passed me, he called for security. “Throw this lunatic out. Do not let her step into this company again.” I stood frozen, watching the three of them disappear down the hallway while every ounce of strength drained from my body. The guards dragged me outside and left me on the street. I stared at the city I had lived in for five years. For the first time, it felt unfamiliar. Only one thought remained. Leave. The sooner, the better. I returned to the house Ethan and I had lived in for five years and packed my things in a hurry. I wrapped my parents’ belongings carefully and placed them deep inside my suitcase.