From Paris In Love Novels & Stories

The Provençal sun might have set, but their love story was just beginning to shine. As the crickets sang outside the window, and the moon cast a silver glow on their intertwined bodies, Vincent whispered, "Je t'aime, Abigail." I love you. The words hung in the air, a testament to a love story that transcended time itself. And so they slept, dreaming of lavender fields, shared kisses under the olive tree, and endless days under the Provençal sun. Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold.

I can imagine that the newlyweds were too. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the dance floor, Mr and Mr Bellomo,” the DJ announce. Eros Ramazotti’s ‘Un’altra te’ began playing. It was a beautiful song and one of Toni’s favourites. Halfway through the DJ announced for everyone to join the bride and groom on the dancefloor. Julian and Lileth, Lans and Alessia, everyone else had someone except for me tonight. I sat there feeling a little sorry for myself when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find that there was no one there.

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

Paris winced as Ana’s voice seemed to fail her. “It’s noon!” Paris shouted. Ana opened her eyes and looked at Martin, smiling before hugging him again. Paris grimaced and sighed, “Ugh! I hate this!” “You’re annoying,” They both stopped as Martin suddenly spoke. Paris laughed, despite her annoyance. “What? Me? Annoying? Really, huh?” she asked sarcastically, pointing at herself. Martin just shrugged at his friend and got up, but before he did, he kissed Ana on the forehead before finally getting up from the bed, causing Paris to turn away.

(Or else it'll hurt alot) I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love? He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex. I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped. I looked at him, trying one last time. ' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out. (Don't do this right now) He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear. ' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.' (Relax yourself)

A piece of paper was tied to a rock, which had been thrown through the window. “Who the fuck sends messages like this.” I hissed as I bent down to pick the paper up. My hands as I untied the paper and read the message written on it: "Meet me in the woods tomorrow night, alone. I know what you did. -A friend" A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. Who could have written this? And how did they know about Damien's death? The voice in my head sneered, "A friend? More like an enemy, Raven. What have you gotten yourself into?"

(Emily’s POV). “Welcome to the city of love, Love.” Mike’s deep, velvety voice greeted me the moment we stepped off the private plane. His lips captured mine in a soft kiss, making my heart skip a beat. As the cool Paris air brushed against my skin, I felt a surge of warmth—not just from the weather, but from the love in his touch. I closed my eyes, kissing him back tenderly, savoring the sweetness of this moment.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

"She's in Paris. With him." "The one she loves?" He nods. "A photographer. Someone who sees the world differently." His smile is bittersweet. "I'm happy for her." "Really?" "Really. Because last night made me realize something - I want what she has. Someone who chose me, not my name or my money." My heart pounds. "Henry..." The door chimes. A familiar voice cuts through the coffee shop. "Well, isn't this cozy?" Beatrice Everett stands there, looking elegant and deadly. Behind her, James smirks.

She said, "I know." "Ha!" the man exclaimed. He was curious. "Aren't you madly in love with him? You rejected me because of him and blocked my number. You even went as far as to set up a bet to force me out of Seaport. What happened? Did you get dumped?" Sadie replied honestly, "Yes, I did. I was too blind to tell the difference between a man and a bastard." The man was standing in front of French windows, looking out at the view from a random villa in Capitol City. He had a mysterious smile on his face.