Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

Emily Larson's shrill voice echoed through the banquet hall. "This meatball dish is something I paid a fortune to learn from a master chef at a five-star hotel. It's a perfect harmony between meat and vegetables. The broth is rich and fragrant, and its plating exquisite. How could the clients possibly be unhappy?" Hearing that familiar voice of my nemesis, I snapped fully awake and realized that I had been reborn. Her voice drew the other colleagues, who quickly gathered around.

“And what does that have to do with anything?” Bela took a deep breath before speaking in a gentler tone. “I just want to remind you. We still have a chance. If we endure, there’s a lot we can gain. But if you leave now, you’ll go back to our old life. Are you sure you want to return to that?”

"A placeholder to satisfy my father's wishes. You don't bring a placeholder to the front lines. You leave it in the background, where it belongs." My chest tightened at his words. Fresh tears filled my eyes. I knew listening would only hurt me more. But I couldn't make myself walk away. "Well, that 'background' is about to get pretty crowded." I recognized Rick's voice, his tone suddenly becoming more secretive. "I saw the headlines this morning. The Paris Fashion Week wrap-up." "She's coming back, isn't she?" the blond man asked. "July fourteenth." Gavin's answer made my entire body freeze.

Even in these fleeting snapshots, Paris had an undeniable romance to it. Our hotel—Le Grand Paris—was a magnificent historic building in what Scarlett informed me was "the absolute best part of the 8th arrondissement, darling, literally steps from everything important." The ornate façade was illuminated by tasteful lighting, highlighting the belle époque architecture and intricate stonework.

Paris: Ugh! Paul: Paris just listen to me.... Paris: Please just let me be! (Paris drops the bread and leaves) (That night) ( Paul calls Paris repeatedly but she doesn't pick up, so he decides to send her a voicemail) Paul: (on his phone) Paris, I know you're not happy with me because of what I did but I want you to know it wasn't my intention to hurt you and I hope you'll forgive me, Please call me back when you get this voicemail

He put his hand behind her head, gently stroking her hair as he kissed her. Amy’s whole body tingled at the feeling of his body frame against hers. She didn’t want this moment to end, but at the same time, she needed to catch her breath. So, she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. “Welcome to Paris.” Bryan whispered against her lips with a dimpled smile, the one she loved so much. She smiled back and circled her arm around his torso, as he secured his around her shoulder while they made their way to his car. He rented a black Bugatti La Voiture Noire for the period of time they’d be staying in Paris.

What would happen to us when I came back to Paris? It felt like we were on the brink of finding out an answer to that question right now. “I don’t belong in Paris, and you don’t belong here,” Jesse said quietly. “I’m not asking you to give it all up for me. I would never do that, Audrey, and I hope you know it.” He paused. “All I’m saying is that I think you have it wrong. Rather than just enjoying what we have, I think we should be actively trying to make the most of it. Building memories that will stick with us forever. I’m sure it’s going to make it even harder to let you go, in the end. All I know is that it’s going to be terrible either way, so we might as well make the most of it now.”

***MIRABELLA'S POV*** The moment our plane landed in Paris, the first place we visited was the Eiffel Tower, taking lots of pictures and making fun memories. Next, we went to a five star restaurant and had all the best cuisine they had to offer. By the time we got back to our hotel, it was almost midnight. “Gosh that was amazing! I can't remember when last I had this much fun.” I squeaked and Easton chuckled. “I'll run you a bath and then we could call it a night.” He said and I frowned slightly.

She then turned around to see a man wearing a plain white shirt with his hands in his pockets. "Remember me, Kath?" The man spoke again, and a wide smile appeared on his face. "Who... Are you?" Kathilyn asked, looking at him up and down. She never knew or made friends with a police officer before, but he seemed to know her. "How can you not remember me? I'm Liam, Liam Paris. Remember now? Or am I nonexistent in your memories now?" Asked the police officer named Liam. "Liam? What are you doing here?" Kathilyn asked, her eyes wide in surprise. She suddenly remembered all her childhood memories with Liam and the happy moments they had together.

Bastien froze to hear the word son, and Duncan realized his mistake. " Thanks for the invitation, Bastien." An embarrassing silence settled between the four, and it was broken by Bastien himself. " Come back. You’re welcome here." Bastien said those words and went upstairs. Angelika said goodbye to François with a hug and also went up. Rosalie decided to take François to her car. They walked in silence. When they reached François' car, she held it in her hand for a moment to catch his attention. He turned to her the same second, and she let go of his hand and asked: