Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

"And bring him back." ***

The city where I'd spent eighteen years of my life shrank smaller and smaller until it dissolved into nothing. That city held my shattered youth. And two men who had hurt me deeply. I closed my eyes. Tears slipped down in silence. Goodbye. I told myself: Elara Pemberton, today is the day you're reborn. ... Five years later. Paris. At an exclusive industry gala, I moved through the crowd in a crisp white suit, champagne in hand, every bit the rising-star architect known as "Echo." Those five years, I'd thrown myself into my studies and my work with everything I had.

“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.”

“Did it not destroy your information?” “I backed up the program I wrote,” I say. “I just downloaded it now. I only need a few more seconds – ” The program loads, and a G****e map of France appears, just like I programmed. There is a blinking dot right beside Paris. Grant. “Fuck yeah,” I say, relieved. JP, Dominique, and Marcel all crowd behind me. I zoom in to see exactly where he is. The dot is somewhere northwest of Paris – Pierrefitte-sur-Seine, whatever the hell that is.

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

The swaying and traveling of the wind in the air became even more fierce as the breeze intensified with the cold. It embraces my whole body, but even though it is changing and not the same as before, the smell I inhale through my nose remains fresh and natural-scented. It still gives me serenity and calmness at this moment and henceforth. "New gal." Less than a second later I looked at the speaker. It's Paris. He pouts and can't look directly at me. When I looked behind him, his companions were gone. Where are they?

Something more bitter than that. "Is Callum Voss trying to back out of our deal?" Elise looked straight at her husband. "Regretting agreeing to my terms?" "That's not—" Right at that moment, the phone on the table rang. Elise could see the screen from where she stood. One name lit up brightly on it. *Vivienne.* Callum glanced at his phone. His hand moved to pick it up. But Elise's voice came first. "It's fine if you want to back out of our agreement from last night."

“You deserve only the best in the world, Abby.” I smiled without a word. Taylor’s breath beside me in bed settled into a long, even rhythm in the stillness of the night. I opened my eyes and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. … The phone’s screen illuminated my face in the dark. I punched my birth date, but it wasn’t the right passcode. My heart sank. I entered the date of our anniversary. Yet, I was nowhere close to unlocking his phone.

Death Is Just the Beginning Upon Your Return - Episode 15 Hours afterward, as she pushed through a crowd of men and women with her maid and her driver Pierre lugging two baskets behind them, Rosalie pointed to an amber-colored fruit. “From Spain, Mademoiselle. Shall we?”

he asked. Adrain chuckled. “Not quite. We’ve been here before.” “Ah,” the man said knowingly. “Then it is a return. Paris always remembers its lovers.” Elena glanced at Adrain. “Do you think she’ll remember us?” “She’d better,” he said. “We gave her one of our best chapters.” The driver smiled, merging onto a quiet boulevard.