Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

SNOW-WHITE JEWELLERY LINE wouldn't have been possible without him, and I had always let him know about it. I owed everything to him. “What are your thoughts on returning to Paris?” Brion asked, causing me to freeze. Blinking in shock, I muttered, “Paris? Why are you suddenly asking that?” I gulped, trying not to look concerned when I was. All it took was a mere mention of the place I lived before I moved to the United States, to bring back the memories I thought were long buried, ones I wasn't keen on bringing back.

I said taking one of his hands in mine. Ben reached up with his free hand and cupped my cheek. “I’m going to miss you. Do you know if you will be coming back?” “I honestly don’t think so. Tessa was saying something about moving all of you to somewhere safer and where there will be more support but I don’t know where that is going to be. Hopefully, Tessa will tell me so I can come and visit.” I said as I stretched onto my tip toes and kissed his cheek. I could sense that he wanted more but I couldn’t give it to him.

"What we have to do—" Hezekiah frowned at him. "We're not getting them back." Paris paused, his eyebrow raising, Marcos looking at him as he continued, his eyes eyes turning back to Alex that was laughing at something Alia said, "It's better this way. This— This is a blessing. It's best she forgets." "That's—" The hardness in Paris' eyes suddenly melted, his voice coming out weaker than he had sounded all day. "You don't have a right to choose that."

I stared into it, absorbing each brush stroke and imagining myself sitting at a dock along the Seine. “And I find you looking at that picture again,” a voice said from behind me. I spun startled to see Bastian leaning against the door frame. He was still wearing a full button-up dress shirt and slacks, but at least the top button on the shirt was undone. His eyes, blue-gray and fathomless were fixed on me. I smiled, glancing back at the painting. “There's something about it that makes me think of Paris.” He nodded thoughtfully before walking over and pointing to the painting further down the wall. “That one reminds me more of Paris. Yours makes me think of Cannes.”

“I know what Paris means to you. Or what it used to mean. And I'm not trying to erase that. I just…I want to give it back to you. But in a better way this time.” Her eyes glistened with tears. Her lips parted but no words came out. “I want us to start over,” I whispered. “In the city where you met me as an adult. Let me show you what that night could’ve been if I hadn’t been a damn fool. Let me make good memories with you, baby. Good ones.” She was quiet for a second. Then she nodded slowly. “Okay.” “Yeah?” I smiled. “Yeah.” **************** Later that night I finalized everything with Lisa and made sure her favorite perfume, dress, and heels were packed since she knows what she likes. I had

“I know I can’t ask for forgiveness. I just want to see you and the kids again. This is the alimony I owe you…” I brushed his hand aside. The card slipped to the floor. “Jared, I won’t stop you from seeing the children. But as for me and you, we’ll never meet again.” From ahead, Mark’s voice called out, reminding me of the afterparty. I glanced back at Jared and smiled. “Do you hear that? The flowers and applause waiting for me are all ahead. “I’ll never stop for the wrong person again.” With that, I turned and walked forward without looking back, leaving his sullen look behind me.

I felt my brows contort in a frown as I looked out of the window at the building again. From a distance, I could catch a glimpse of a bridge, which I deduced was the infamous London bridge. “Yes?” I uttered as I got down from the car, “The tower in Paris is way different. Why is that?” “I don't know,” Benjamin replied, before taking my hand in his, “Would you like to go to Paris right now? We could take a train there.” “No,” I said, “Let's just explore London for today.” Gently stroking my hand with his forefinger, he replied, nodding, “You are right. We should visit Paris properly one day, not on a whim.”

“Now I’m repaying it with my life.” Outside, the avalanche came. A wall of white snow cascaded down like a waterfall, swallowing everything. The cabin was buried deep. In the darkness, Anthony closed his eyes. “Amelia, I’m coming.” He remembered her smile—the way it lit up the cabin, the way it shone at their wedding, the way it greeted him each morning when he opened his eyes. He could still hear their words from that day, clear as ever. “Anthony, you owe me a great debt.”

Now that I’m a vampire, teleportation only causes a few seconds of temporary blindness, as opposed to a few minutes when I’d been human. Erick walked out of the alley with me, dressed in a red t-shirt and black jeans and instantly drew thirty pair of female eyes. “Marche Bastille, Paris.” Erick told me, motioning towards where the crowd on the street was headed. “Oh my God!” I gasped as the Eiffel tower came into view on the horizon. “I’ve always wanted to see the Eiffel tower, thank you for bringing me here, Erick!” “You’re welcome,” he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Now, let’s go have lunch, I’m starving.”

She rose her hand to slap me, but her hand was held back by another and I looked up to see Paris looking down at his mother with fire in his eyes, “You’re about to cross a line, mother.” He said stoically