Ending Of Parizad Novels & Stories

Peace ☁️☁️ Du paradis pour l'Enfer🔥🔥 Auteur : judi le Romantique Plume _______ Épisode 1️⃣6️⃣_______ Ce matin Peace s'était levé de bonne heure pour se rendre à son lieu de travail. Comme à l'accoutumée, John la déposa au boulot et lui aussi prit la route pour l'entreprise. Ce jour dans la société ou travail Peace il était question de rencontrer un partenaire afin de signer des contrats avec ce dernier .Le patron de Peace monsieur Chulpéric l'invita à prendre part à ce contrat . Après les échanges,l'homme d'affaire Libanais Babaroum décida de discuter seul avec Peace.

Some stopped to admire the clothing in the windows, but most people were on their phones or obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. I pulled open the heavy glass door and stepped outside. It was colder today than yesterday. Gray clouds filled the limited sky I could see between tall buildings. I took a deep breath in, smelling car gas and street vendor food. I wrinkled my nose, missing the soft scent of grass and stone from the castle. Westshire was the capital and biggest city in Paradisa. The city had stonework that predated the US mixed with new buildings. Ancient and modern architecture mingled and combined with castles merging into skyscrapers.

Completely clad and shielded from the rays, Parisa stood beneath the umbrella peering patiently from beneath the hat like some abandoned orphan or fugitive altogether. “Come on over with some water, feel like my insides be shrivenken.” “Shriveling.” “What?” Stepping out of the shade and into the waning sunlight with steps lightly brushing over the sun-hot stones, Parisa held the glass out in offering while smiling small. “It’s shrivelling… the word.” “Huh… coulda swore mistress say that ‘bout her skin.” Her hand felt damp without the glass. She wiped the condescension down the front of her dress while watching Yarrow’s head fall back, those familiar brown eyes rolling wetly within her skull

Pari studied the grounds while soaking in the morning warmth. The day was still bright despite the dregs of summer eddying along the western horizon. It had been a depressingly hot season, and with his disallowance of her partaking in outdoor activities for fear of her pale skin tarnishing to something darker, Parisa had spent the majority of her days sequestered in different rooms: reading books, learning etiquette, practising her French, playing the piano, actively avoiding his wife and children or dreadfully counting the days to her birthday.

Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************