Eiffel Tower Meaning In Slang Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was simply breathtaking. "It's definitely better than that Eiffel Tower." Matthew said admiring the wonderful view. "If you compare the elevators, yes!" She laughed; he also joined in. "You know me the best." "The next time you are on the Eiffel Tower, you can take the stairs up instead of taking the elevator." "I don't know if I want to be there again." ____________________ Nashi - an Asian pear

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.”

“I always wanted to see Eiffel Tower.” Ethan coughed, looking away, his cheeks flushing. “What happened? Did I say something funny?” After relieving himself of his coughing fit, he took a deep breath and said, “I am wondering if I should tell you about this or not.” I was curious. “Tell me about what?” He shook his head and chuckled, “As you know how well-endowed I am—” “I am very much aware of that.” “Yes, so I named my penis Eiffel when I was young and never got rid of it.”

But now she would be seeing it up close in real life. For a while now, she could see the top of the tower like a picture painted into the landscape by some genius artist. Now that the sky was much darker, it stood out even more because of its lights. "We're close now," Devlin said. Faith grinned. She could tell. A few moments later, they were at the foot of the tower. There it was, the grand Eiffel tower right in front of Faith, a massive beautiful structure that completely dwarved her.

“What makes you think so?” I bit my lower lip before forcing myself to smile at him, “Well, it’s just that—Do you know sometimes, Tartarus meant ‘Hell’ for being an underground place?” Ezekiel creased his forehead and threw me a quick glance. “Where did you hear that nonsense?”

“We went to the Eiffel Tower yesterday, and Eleanor made me eat snails!” I laughed despite myself. “Snails, Isla? Did you like them?” “Ew, no!” She said, giggling. “But Eleanor said it’s part of the ‘French experience.’” Eleanor’s voice returned, smug and playful. “We’ll be back soon, and we’re coming straight to see you. You can tell us all about your new life over champagne. The type that wealthy folks drink.” I laughed at her ridiculous statement. “Can’t wait to see you both.”

We had such markets back in Grey Moon pack but never this busy or this crowded. “This is the most lively market and one of the main attractions for foreigners as it's loaded with goods from all over so people from all walks of life come here to get the good stuff at a rather affordable price,” he gave me a tour of the place. “This market is known as the Eiffel market.” I nodded my head as he went on and on about this and that. To avoid attention, he had bought me a hooded cloak. “Three..Two..One..Ready or not here I come!” A little girl of about five squealed in excitement as she looked for her two friends in the market.

she asked, her eyes narrowing. I scoff inwardly. Seriously, is she trying to play dumb or what? What girl doesn't know the popular slang name your price? "Trying to play dumb, huh?" I started with a playful smirk, watching out for her reaction. "What?" Her lashes batted together in a blink, one act I found very cute. "Yeah, unless you're deliberately trying to act daft. There's no way a grown lady like you would tell me you don't know the popular slang 'name your price. Everyone knows it." I smirked mischievously.

If he wants a fashionable cake, he's not going to find one here," snickered Father Francis through his teeth. Bianca raised a hand in the air to ask for silence and addressed Harry again in English: "What do you mean by -à la mode-?" "-A la mode- is not French?" asked Harry timidly. "Yes, it is. But I don't think we use it the same way. It's like asking us for a trendy or a fashionable dessert in this case," Bianca patiently explained. Harry widened his eyes, then ran a hand behind his head. "Oh. Well, that just means with a scoop of ice cream. Excuse me. I thought that expression was used everywhere the same way," he clarified.

Everything felt alive at night—the cafes glowing with amber light, soft laughter echoing down the alleys, the distant hum of jazz floating through open windows. When we finally reached the tower, I just stood there in awe. The Eiffel Tower at night is something that can’t be captured in pictures or described in words. It’s light, it’s magic, it’s romance wrapped in iron and gold. He pulled me closer. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I said, but I wasn’t looking at the tower anymore. I was looking at him. I didn’t say it out loud, but at that moment, I knew.