Dazai X Eiffel Tower 소설 & 이야기

light. I rip my gaze from Jameson and gasp. Out my window, I see the very enormous, incredibly tall and completely glittery Eiffel Tower, so much fucking more majestic in person than any picture could ever capture. I literally stop breathing for several suspended seconds, as we slowly draw near. My heart stammers, because I continually think I’ve seen the most stunning sight, previously, and then, just like with the blue-topped buildings and their scrolled, wrought-iron balconies and the beautiful Places and Palais, we turn another corner and bam! I am further blown away.

I tried to convince myself to like her, but I realized that you couldn't teach your heart to love someone else. “Wow, this tower is so tall,” Kaiden exclaimed excitedly as soon as we got out of the car. He tilted his head back as he stared up at the Eiffel Tower. “I'll take a picture of the two of you,” Neah said as she got her phone's camera ready. “Let's go, Daddy!” Kaiden said excitedly.

*Lily* I stared at the majestic beauty that was one of the most fantastic wonders of the world, the Eiffel Tower. Was I really here? My body felt numb and I wondered if I'd need to pinch myself to bring some feeling back to my limbs. I just couldn't believe that I was finally here able to bask in the breathtaking view of the most famous symbol of Paris, dare I even say France.

She couldn’t wait to return to her old routine; she felt only lazier if she stayed home too long and was unemployed. She approached his laptop on the bed, open and on, displaying a desktop wallpaper of the Eiffel Tower—one of the places she wanted to visit. In the past, when she was still with Benjamin, she hoped to go there with him. However, everything was just a dream even though until now, she still hoped to visit that place even without anyone’s company. Rakia sat on the edge of the bed and leaned towards her laptop screen. She was surprised when a call to talk from Dashtan through her email appeared on her laptop screen; the surprised Rakia immediately pressed the answer button, and Da

I shifted on my feet fidgeting with my fingers. “I want to see the Eiffel Tower.” Alexei raised his brow, sceptical of my words as he propped his hip against the table and tilted his head. “Hmm…and?” “And nothing. You can stop doubting me always. Sometimes even captives want to enjoy the outer world.” I spat turning around.

The Eiffel Tower is a glittering iron spike in the night sky. It’s cold, but the heaters are blasting. And we have wax. "Parisian sensuality," Alex murmurs. "It has to be refined." I lie on a chaise lounge, wrapped in furs, my belly exposed to the cool air. Alex lights the candle. It’s purple. Lavender scented. Drip. The hot wax hits the curve of my stomach. "Ah!" I gasp. Drip. Drip. He paints patterns. Swirls. Hearts. Abstract shapes that glow against my pale skin. The heat is intense, but fleeting. It cools to a hard shell.

Eiffel tower? Freya looked at William and man just shrugged. It seemed that Xander had booked the whole summit of the Eiffel tower. Just how much money did these people have?. "I thought I had said something simple?." She stressed her 'simple' and Xander creased his brows in confusion. "Isn't this simple?." Freya:"..?!" Some of the bodyguards they had stationed earlier at the entrance welcomed them before they took an elevator leading to the summit of the tower. After entering up to two or more elevators, they finally arrived at the summit of the tower.

The female disciple stepped aside upon saying that. Dax leaned over and whispered, "Darryl, is this a love letter from the Little Fairy?" A year ago, Fuyao Palace came to support Donghai City during the Wishing Star Tower battle. The seven fairies’ beauty had left a lasting impression in Dax’s mind. The seven fairies were gorgeous in their ways like goddesses from heaven! Even Jewel and Debra were curiously peeking at the letter. "F*ck, don't talk nonsense! Love letter your foot..." Darryl was embarrassed, quickly opened the letter and saw the beautiful handwriting on it. There was a faint scent coming from the paper which only had three rows of words.

As my thoughts settled on those words, I suddenly remembered Ciara’s advice—Allow yourself to feel loved. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Raphael stopped in front of something eerily familiar. I rushed out of the car. And there it was—the great Eiffel Tower, a symbol of love. It would have been perfect if I were here with the one I truly loved. As the thought crossed my mind, I suddenly felt my hand being softly squeezed. I looked down at his hand, then up at his face. Raphael was gazing at the tower, a radiant smile appearing on his lips.

he asked breathlessly, stretching his neck to see the top. Miguel chuckled beside him. “All the way to the summit, champ, Fastest elevator in Europe.” Leo beamed. “Even higher than a plane?” “Almost,” Miguel said with a wink. “But this time, we’re standing.” Amelia looked up, her heart unexpectedly tight. The Eiffel Tower had always felt like a postcard place something meant for people who were in love, or escaping, or healing. She didn’t know which category she fell into this time. Maybe all three.