End Of Parizad Novels & Stories

Questions like that are often questioned by Nina. Hendramo himself, who couldn't hold back his anger, immediately finished the food in his bowl. His eyes were fiery and showed how irritated he was with Niar. I don't know how long Hendramo has to wait for Niar. When he was almost asleep from exhaustion, he finally heard the sound of the front door opening and Niar entering. Her make-up was completely different from her usual self, like she was trying to impress someone.

But Amber’s heart fluttered even quicker in her chest and she gripped onto Leo excitedly when the Eiffel Tower came into view. It stood massive, like a shiny beacon of hope rising up in the now clear night sky. Paris had never fallen to the infected. The city had remained strong and sturdy as many other cities crumbled and collapsed thirty years ago. When Variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease had ripped through the world killing billions and destroying thousands of years of what mankind had made within a decade. In turn, Paris symbolized so much more than love and light these days.

"Alright, I hear you. See you in the evening." "Oh, and p.s, I'm picking you up, so no need to worry about the location. Okay, I love you, byeee." The phone went dead in Louisa's hands. With another long sigh, she went back to her work. ***** "Naa, I think your little fancy place has closed for the day." Louisa called out shakily as she stepped out of the car and smoothed her maroon-coloured body con dress. The simple but plush looking bar and grill had signs all over that said they were closed... infact, all the lights were turned off, which Louisa found very weird seeing as it wasn't even eleven p.m yet.

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Juliet curled up on the ground, her voice broken as she said, "I loved you. But you only ever saw me as a placeholder. "I'll destroy you, and her—" That night, she sent him one last text. [Let's meet one last time.] She floored the gas pedal at the corner of the street they had agreed on. The headlights surged forward. Edward did not move—he had always believed he was the one in control.

Paris muttered. “What do you mean, miss?” “I’m canceling the table,” Paris whispered to the waiter, slipping fifty dollars into the pocket of his vest. “I was never here.” Without waiting for a response, Paris turned and walked quickly—almost running—out of the café. She put her sunglasses back on, lowered her head, and slipped away before Matteo or Rose could turn toward the door.

A broken scream tore from my throat. “Mom!” The flesh on my hands was shredded. Even that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Memories of all the sweet moments I once shared with Suzanna flashed through my mind. Regret and hatred twisted inside me until I coughed up blood and collapsed. As my consciousness faded, I whispered, “Suzanna, from this moment on, we mean nothing to each other anymore.”

** Love and War** Paris, France – The Final War Begins The sky was still dark when Isabella and her team moved into position. The air smelled of rain, the streets damp from an earlier storm. It was quiet—too quiet—as if the city itself was holding its breath. Across from them, Marcella’s penthouse loomed, its windows glowing like the eyes of a beast waiting to strike. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter, but they had no idea what was coming.

Aureliano sets the phone down. He checks his watch. "3:00 PM," he says. I stare at the digital clock on the wall. 3:00 PM. Tuesday. The war that consumed my life, the war that killed Marco and Sofia, the war that almost killed Spadino... it ended on a Tuesday afternoon. There is no parade. No fireworks. Just a phone call and a glass of whiskey. "That's it?" Spadino asks. He sheathes his knife with a sharp click. He walks over to us, his movements loose and feline. He stops next to Ciro, looking down at me.

"We’ll get married at the end of the month." In the end, he never believed me. I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head. Closing my eyes, I waited to disappear completely. Suddenly, an all-too-familiar force tugged at me once more. At William's bachelor party, everyone raised their glasses in celebration. "William is finally moving on! From now on, it’ll be nothing but happiness and smooth sailing for him!" "Exactly!" William lifted his own glass, but his expression was gloomy and unreadable.