B.a. Paris Books Novels & Stories

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Beta Albert had been stripped of his position, which was supposed to be a handover ceremony, and the sudden deaths had gotten to her. ‘’If I want to survive, I will have to get someone ready for the risk,’’ Paris tells herself. She watched from the window as the servants went ahead with their daily activities. It was soon lunch time and as expected, Sarah came by with her lunch and just stood and watched her finish her meal. She cleaned and was about to leave when Paris asked for something she had not been expecting. ‘’Can I have a book on how to protect and build walls against a mate?’’ Sarah turned to face her but said nothing. She was surprised not by her request but by her choice.

In Paris, he got similar flowers and wine which I haven't taken and I wonder what it is this time. I drop the box and the flowers on the other couch to check out the package first. I open it to see a bag filled with romance novels. I bring them out one after the other and they are the newly published New York times best sellers' books. I arrange the books one after the other so I can count them and I counted up to 10. Ten romance books should last me for the rest of the month. I haven't had time to get new books since I arrived in America and I am still making do with the ones I purchased in Paris.

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The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows allowed natural light to flood the space, providing breathtaking views of the city skyline. Approaching Karious' desk, I noticed its uncluttered surface, save for a few carefully placed items—a personalized nameplate and an exquisite pen set. Behind the desk, an impressive collection of books lined the bookshelves, spanning various genres such as leadership, business strategy, history, art, and philosophy. I couldn't resist pulling out a book titled, "The Strategy Paradox: Why Committing to Success Leads to Failure (and What to Do About It)" by Michael E. Raynor.

But she shook her head, "Don't thank me just yet. We still need to hear what he has to say." Later that day, in the evening, when Paris returned home, he found me in the living room, going through books that had storied on the ancient pack and he leveled me with one of his scary gazes, "Should you not be somewhere packing your things?" he asked, and I pressed my lips together, "about that, Paris…" I said, setting the book aside, and he held up his hand, a gesture that so resembled his mothers and I bit my lower lip,

Pierre complimented her. “No, I only know a few facts that are usually mentioned in books,” Kate giggled. In fact, she knew a lot more about Paris and its celebrities. She had spent many evenings reading books and had memorised many facts, but had not mentioned them to her guide. She liked the way Pierre talked and didn't want him to stop.

I can't believe what a bunch of freaking procrastinators go to this school! I, on the other hand, have a completely legitimate reason for waiting until the last minute to get my books... Okay... fine... yes, I could have technically ordered them online... But I hadn't wanted to think about Barnett until absolutely forced to. Because thinking about Barnett meant I had to accept that the life I’d created for myself in Paris would be coming to a screeching halt. So now here I am, trying to hustle my way across campus.

section for almost an hour, doing little but changing pleasantries back and forth ad nauseam. A few stacks of French poetry later, Colette raised her eyebrows. "Gotta have something to take back. A souvenir of Paris." Luc was unyielding. I poked him. "It's the rule here. You can't leave without a book." Of course, I gave in, if not gave up completely, and bought a thin book of Baudelaire verse. Colette wrapped it deftly across the counter and gave it to me wrapped up with a smile that made all the ice go.

Not for herself. For what could make Henri Beaumont look like that. Slowly, she took the notebook from his hands. And saw the first page. At the top sat a title written in Claire Martin's handwriting. Large. Deliberate. Impossible to misunderstand. THE MEN WHO OWN PARIS And beneath it sat a list of names. One of them was Sebastien Fournier. Another was Victor Armand. And several others belonged to people who were still very powerful today.