Ending Of Parizad Novels & Stories

🌳🌳_____ Du Paradis pour l'Enfer 🌳🌳________ ✍️✍️ Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume ✍️✍️ _______ Épisode 2️⃣ _________ Peace décrocha son téléphone et s'était son chérie Odilon Odilon : Allô Bae comment tu vas ? Peace : Euh..... Je vais bien et toi ? Odilon : Je vais bien également hein.... S'il te plait puis je connaitre ta position ? Peace : Euh'... Je suis au restaurant avec ma soeur jumelle Odilon : Ah bon tu es jumelle ? Je ne savais pas tu ne m'avais pas dit cela. Peace : Euh... Oui oui tu as raison. Mes excuses Odilon : Oh non ne t'inquiète pas. Je ne sais si tu es disponible. Je peux passer au restaurant te prendre pour qu'on aille faire un peu de shopping ?

I became desperate. “You’re a Pari.” As he told me, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Pari means Angel? Am I an Angel?” As I enquire, he shook his head in response. “You are, without a doubt, my angel, but Pari does not mean angel here. Many years ago, when I was not even born, there was a group of a few women who used to fight for and support underprivileged people. They were kind and caring, almost like social workers. One day, God blessed them with superhuman abilities that were superior to those of vampires, witches, and humans. They became immortal, and people began referring to them as Paris.” It felt like I was listening to an interesting story, but it was a reality of my life.

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.