Jean Claude Romand Novels & Stories

A man approached her, nodding appreciatively towards her, reaching for her hand. He spoke in a heavy French accent, smiling charmingly at her, offering his hand, “Bonsoir, ma jolie. I couldn’t help but notice you. I’m Clément Pelletier, chief executive of pharmaceutical firm, Novéa. Would you like to dance and perhaps we could chat a little?”

Single Handedly responsible for filling Paris with Egyptian obelisks, art, and artifacts. François Mitterrand had an affinity for Egyptian culture that was so all-consuming that the French Still referred to him as the Sphinx. "What is the Captain's name?" Jim asked, changing topics. "Andrie Romano," the driver said, approaching the pyramid's main entrance. "We call him le Taurean." Jim glanced over at him, wondering if every Frenchman had a mysterious animal epithet. "You call your captain the Bull?" The man arched his eyebrows. "Your French is better than you admit, Monsieur Jim."

Kael followed suit, surrendering his gun to the second attendant before joining me at the table. A maid appeared quickly, To pour the 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru, Côte de Nuits, into two glasses. Lifting my glass, I swirled the wine slowly, then I took a long sip, savoring the taste before setting it down. My gaze drifted to the field before us. Finally, I turned to him, breaking the silence. “Do you know why I’m the richest Lycan King to have ever lived?” I asked, smiling widely.

My hand gripped the steering wheel while I wondered what Paris, whoever she was had to do with any of this. "Samuel, who is Paris?" "Paris is Mom's sister." Interesting. Quite interesting, I thought as I drove off. *** ALVA It itched. It was foolish to wear a sweater in the scorching hot sun of the afternoon but I chose to. Why? I was going on a date with Nikolas Sica. My red hair was pulled back in a perfect ponytail. I only did it that way when there was a Herculean task ahead. I looked back and forth hoping no one who could recognize Nikolas if he did come was around. I would say Nikolas kept his promise even if it was a first. From the distance, I could make out a familiar car coming my

Josh went to the bathroom " Man! How do you have this masterpiece... You are so lucky." Josh yelled We all turned to him, he came back, hugging a bottle of alcohol " Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti Grand Cru is the best... Do you know how much it costs?" He said with a big love in his eyes " I don't and it most definitely is not mine. We aren't allowed to drink before 21. it belongs to Marc." " I'm in love, man." Josh said

I did not move I couldn't his eyes were holding me in place. "You are the beautiful woman in this room " he said, like it was a fact. "No not just this room, this city, this country, the whole world." I stared at him. "what?" "I am Jean-Luc Marchand I have a lot of money and I am very charming." He took my hand. Kissed it and said "but none of that matters because I just found the reason to stay in Geneva." I pulled my hand back. "I am not a reason to stay in Geneva." I said

Je vous attend avec Impatience. Ma Judicaël : Porte toi bien mon fils et à a la prochaine. Judicaël : D'accord maman bye et gros bisou Juris consulting MAINE Romaine: Monsieur Odilon vous serez avec moi la semaine prochaine à Paris pour une affaire de compte. Avez vous le visa? Odilon : Oui oui j'ai le visa. Romaine : D'accord c'est bien donc préparer vous alors. À suivre......

Turning to Myra, he said, “This is Mr. Jean-Jacques Blanc from France, a renowned jewelry designer.” No wonder he looks so familiar! I’ve seen him on magazines and television before! Myra realized. Extending her hand, she shook hands with Jean-Jacques and released it, saying, “So you’re Mr. Blanc. I’m sorry for not recognizing you because Tony didn’t tell me who you were before coming here. My apologies.”