Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

I couldn’t hold back a smile and extended my hand, which he shook immediately. “Merci, Monsieur Dubois. Je vous garantis que vous ne le regretterez pas.” After our handshake, he turned to his daughter with a cold look. “Allons-y, Zoé,” he called, but of course, the brazen girl wouldn’t miss her chance. “Blake, as I told you, a night in Paris is incredible. If you change your mind…” She opened her purse and pulled out a card. “Call me. I’d love to show you around.” Noah raised his hand to take it, but I was faster.

“Underground. Zurich. They call it… ‘Stage Zero.’” The van pulled into motion. And behind them, Paris burned.

If her mother was alive— If Phantom was still active— Then the war wasn’t over. Not even close. Ayesha exhaled. “Where do we start?” Kade smiled. “Paris.”

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.

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

Part II Your sex takes me to paradise -Bruno Mars Second semester was fast approaching and I began to prepare to return back to school. I would return to Aurelia, Asha, Sime, Sao, all my course mates and… Bussy. No, there would be no Bussy. God forbid. Even if she apologized and begged to come back, it would be over my dead body. When the day of my departure eventually arrived, my dad sent me back to Igbinedion University Okada, with the usual ‘entourage’.

I murmur to myself, shifting on the floor to press my thighs together. “Huh?” The girl next to me screws up her face. “What is it?” I don’t even have to lie. “Monsieur Paris. He’s back.” The girl’s head whips around, and my teeth clench at her breathless sigh. “He’s so handsome, isn’t he?” I say nothing. “He looks like he could pick you up and slam you against a wall.” I do not need that mental image, nor the answering pulse between my legs. I huff and shove my last pointe shoe on, tying the ribbons with vicious tugs.