Romans & histoires Bring Me Back B.a. Paris

Paris asked, slightly offended. “Yes, you look like a kid,” Merch said, laughing. “Let us go, pretty boy,” Matori said, laughing. Matori left Paris outside the Library, “it is a 24-hour library.” Paris picked up Soraya’s scent, thinking, ‘will she remember me? Has her mind been wiped?’ Paris entered the library and followed the scent that was all over the place but he focused on her human scent and then he saw her, her nose in an ancient-looking book, ‘one would think she has read all the books there are to read by now.’

I repeated. “Yes,” Margaux said, eyes twinkling. “You should join us. Imagine—design meetings, galleries, inspiration everywhere. It’ll be like old times, Celeste. What do you say?” I hesitated, the word Paris echoing like an omen. But Margaux was smiling, brimming with hope and energy, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like saying yes might mean coming back to life. Before I could answer, a familiar voice chimed in from behind me.

d! Paul: Don't behave like this, I want our best interest at heart and you know that Paris: What are you thinking? Don't you know your actions will have severe consequences, I and my father might be involved in it too. Paul: I'm sorry Paris: Sorry? Please just take me back to my father's house Paul: Paris I... Paris: I SAID YOU SHOULD TAKE ME BACK TO MY FATHER'S HOUSE!!! Paul: (sighs) We can't go back, It's very late, let's just look for a hotel to stay at till tomorrow

It was breathtaking. But none of it was as breathtaking as her being in his arms again, holding him, just being together. She had barely been with him an hour, and already she was praying that they would never be apart again. * The Paris that they flew over, the Paris of 1789, was in so many ways similar to the pictures of Paris she’d seen in the 21st century. She recognized so many of the buildings, the churches, the steeples, the monuments. Despite its being hundreds of years old, it looked almost exactly like the same city of the 21st century. Like Venice and Florence, so little had changed in just a few hundred years.

I say going in to choke the life out of her this time. She chuckles as I pull away "Girl you look good, damn, what you doing back here, last I heard you were in NY" she says while smiling "Thanks you look great too, mother demanded I come back but im also here to get my revenge, how about you?" I say smiling evilly She smirks "Same babe" and my body erupts in excitement. "Partner in crime" I say while holding my hand out and she shakes my hand "partner" she replies.

but hey when I'm shooting head to my left towards Mike I tell myself that I am not the only one going through this ordeal and it is seriously comforting - How about we go get some ice cream Dad suddenly said Mike while pointing at the ice cream shop that was across the street outside the shopping center our hell I nodded vigorously from there we could drag him into the car without any problem.... “Dring” “Dring” “Dring” My phone again!!! This time I didn't take any time to pick it up even though it was an unknown number. - Good evening - Good evening said to me in an Austere voice that plunged me into a past that I would like to forget, it is not out of joy that I call you I am Salomé Él Kas

To the woman who walked into Silas Kingston's world at nineteen with an exit strategy and walked out of it into this. "Okay," I say again, and mean it completely. The car comes at eleven thirty and my mother gets in first and Jess gets in second and I get in last and the driver pulls away from the 6th and moves through Paris on a Saturday morning in April, and the city is doing what it does, existing beautifully and without apology, and I look out the window at the streets I know and feel them know me back. We pass the Sorbonne and I think about Moreau's two sentences and the Allard documentation and the Commission notification and the Weis painting going back to the right hands.

'Paris, here I come! *****

“No.” “Where would you like to go?” I looked at him suspiciously. “Why?” “Where would you like to go, Brielle?” Maxim using my name in sentences was a new development and I wouldn’t say it didn’t make me feel good. It did. “I like Paris.” “Why?” “Because it’s the city of love.”