End Of Parizad Novels & Stories

Declan had argued that going to Paris under the Tour Eiffel was the best place to reconcile. However, Milo and Shay had vehemently - repeatedly - said that no, it was not a good idea. The only reason Declan had ceded was because Milo eventually admitted that Amara hated trains, especially trips that took over an hour. They had all agreed on Parc de la Tête d'Or and its cafe on the back left corner. An open-air cafe. Amara was already stewing over a hardly-touched drink of some kind, deliberately keeping her eyes down and unaware of much else around her. Despite the somehow-perfect temperature, the slight evening breeze, the beautiful park. She glanced at her phone now and then, but that was

This time, when we went our separate ways, there was no going back. After I left, Chapman Pharmaceuticals's experimental project crumbled just as I had expected. Progress came to a grinding halt. My old lab colleagues kept calling, one after another, all begging me to return and pick things up where I left off. Then one day, Peter Dunaway called. "Rhea, you've got to come back. We can't even carry out the final experimental step without you," he said. I was just about to turn him down when I heard a commotion in the background. Natasha had snatched the phone.

Eternal peace. THE END

Paris answered reaching for her face towel. Everlee reached for it and placed it in her hand. She watched Paris disappointed as she wiped her face dry and walked away from the mirror without looking at her image to see if she had gotten off all the makeup. "Are you sure you're able to work today after last night?" Everlee asked concerned. "Work helps me to take my mind from all my worries," Paris answered as she made her long red hair into tight bun. Everlee watched the beautiful length of her hair, admiring it. She loved Paris hair, but Paris never believed her when she told her. Paris thought of it to be ugly and that no one would like it much as she did.

I know i can count on you, my brave princess. This is the point where I say don't trust anyone, not even the people that hung around mamá and papà. Trust yourself. There's a safe box in.......... And that was were it came to an end. "He knew he was going to die that day" i whispered to myself. This place was scattered cause he was probably looking for something that'd be of aid to me, Martina and mamá but unfortunately she died too. He stopped writing and also signed in the time cause that was when the invaders came in.

Parkers POV It’s been a week since Saturns near death experience. The thought of my baby sister falling off the cliff has haunted me and I’m itching to find the people who saved her. I want to give them the world because they saved the person our world revolves around. It seems like they don’t want to be found either which is weird to me. Their scent stopped at the treeline of the cliff and the just disappeared so we started scouting the woods within a 5 mile radius of the cliff and decided we would expand the search from there. We started the search two days after the accident and it has been five days since we started the search and a week since the incident. We were about 2.5 miles south

I paused in the doorway, my mind already cataloging the streets, the arrondissements, the major landmarks, my strategic mind seeing not a city, but a battlefield. "Paris," I said, my voice neutral. I was not asking a question. I was stating a fact, a declaration of my awareness. He looked up, a faint smile touching his lips, a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "Paris," he agreed, his voice a low, familiar rumble. "We leave at the end of the week." The finality of his words sent a shiver down my spine. The end of the week. It was so soon, so sudden. I had to act fast.

The penthouse was quiet. I looked at Evander. He looked at me. Outside Paris had moved into the soft part of midnight, the part after the celebration, the part that was just the new year being itself without the announcement of it. The fireworks were done. The window showed a city settling. The room was warm and still and contained exactly two people who had an agreement that had failed repeatedly and a new year that had just started and nowhere in particular to be until tomorrow. "She'll be looked after," I said.

Pari was bawling her eyes out by now. "Pari, we don't want to talk about him anymore. If you still wish to be our daughter, I suggest you restrain yourself from being in a relationship with him. Else we can forget your existence in our lives " With those final words by her father, the call was hung up. It was still too early in the morning, London had hardly seen daylight.. But Pari was devastated, alone, lost.

“DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system. Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more. Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?" He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."