End Of Parizad Novels & Stories

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.

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

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.

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

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..."

Just purpose. **The End.**

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END