Historical Fiction France Novels & Stories

France felt vibrant in ways England rarely allowed itself to be. Bright awnings stretched over open markets overflowing with flowers and fruit. Elegant women in fashionable gowns moved confidently through crowded boulevards while cafés spilled laughter and conversation openly into the streets. Nothing here seemed hidden behind restraint. Nothing seemed suffocated beneath duty. John gestured toward the waiting carriage. “Come. We still have several hours before reaching the estate.” Estate. The word startled me slightly. I had known John possessed wealth, of course. But somehow I had never truly imagined his life outside England properly.The journey through the French countryside felt almost

It seemed to fascinate her the most, and she would touch them everytime. She had Always wanted to visit France and how beautiful was it going to be. If I just had her with me so she could see the beautiful places in France, oh and she always doubted that the Eiffel tower grew taller in the summertime, just that we were in winter. When I think about France, I think about monalisa, I think about louvres, I think about Da Vinci, and I think of so many novels I had read concerning the french community, even the Da Vinci Code and how much of their cultures were so symbolic, though I had a lot of things to disagree on about the book but still they had eye opening informations in there and the book

That, in turn, could, in its own small way, change the course of history. It made her feel the importance of her actions all the more. The past was hers to create again. Taking in her elegant surroundings, Caitlin began to relax a bit, and even to feel a bit encouraged. At least she had landed in a beautiful place, in a beautiful city, and in a beautiful time. This was hardly the stone age, after all, and it was not like she had appeared in the middle of nowhere. Everything around her looked immaculate, and the people were all dressed so nicely, and the cobblestone streets shined in the torchlight. And the one thing she did remember about Paris in the 18th century was that it was a luxurious

“What do you need?” “Does the name Cristine Gauthier ring a bell?” “No. Who is she?” “That’s what I need to find out. She lived in Amiens, France, over a hundred years ago, and died there in the Great War. That would put her in the third generation, give or take. Did any Blotter live in France about that time?” “I couldn’t say.” What kind of historian was she? “But we do have records from that time at the Foundation, if you want to take a look at them.”

Blaze knew she had to make sure she left before the sex palled and she became a burden instead of a friend in need. Fabien tucked her arm through his and led her off the island and onto the left bank. As they walked, he pointed out his favorite buildings and told her a little about their histories. Being Paris, the stories were all colorful and drenched in blood and revolution, filled with interesting details about kings, queens, and courtesans, about counts and dukes, and whatever. Blaze allowed herself to be wrapped in his warm charm. It was wrong to lean on him so much, but right now she wasn’t quite sure how to stand on her own two feet. Soon, she would find a way to be strong again.

Mike started to laugh when he saw her eating happily as if nothing was wrong with her. "I think the food is excellent! No need. By the way, do you remember the trip from Château de Sully-sur-Loire to Paris, during our last summer together?" "Should I remember that?" "Yes, you should. That time we visited all the most famous castles of the Loire." Jo was explaining. "Château de Sully-sur-Loire is the one where Joan d'Arc was imprisoned." She looked at him. From his facial expressions, she knew he didn't know what she was talking about. "You were sitting for three hours in the back of the car with a bucket too! What about Château de Vincennes, the famous place for entertainment and leisure of