Novel & Cerita Lost In Paris Book

He closed the door behind me as I lay down on mg bed. Magic Exam? I’m scared to do it. But my father would probably disown me if I fail him. I got up and started arranging my things. From my undergarments to my hygiene products. I also packed three bottles of my favorite Midnight perfume. I also packed the most comfortable clothes I can find, I can buy clothes at the capital but it won’t hurt to bring a few spares.

FELIX ------ It had been a week since Paris, Rafael and I had that encounter outside the library. I was so quick to assume Paris was late that I didn’t even try to listen to her. The security guard had to tell me that she was actually an hour and half earlier than I was, I didn’t even notice the clean office, arranged files and the coffee in her hand. I was too busy trying to be rude to her. Later on, I was told there was a camera and a recorder in my office other than the ones we install.

Okay? I was at a complete loss as to what to do next, so I did what I always do. I talked. Not like she'd know what I was saying as I asked her if she was hurt. But she moved as if to visibly check for possible injuries. That was odd. She turned her head back to look at me and I stared into her eyes. They were captivating, dark blue with steaks of a lighter, brighter blue. They looked intelligent, like she could understand exactly what I was saying and wanted to know more.

Anyone would die to be where I am right now so why should I have feel a rush of anxiety while walking side to side with one of the wealthiest men of my time. I shrugged off the thoughts and began to feed myself with courage and boldness because I walked side by side with greatness so I shouldn't have anxiety. I raised my head up and walked confidently into one of the biggest stores in the mall; Luxembourg magasins. Luxembourg was the biggest french store in the mall and one of the biggest brands on earth. The store was very empty and at the looks of it It was easy to detect that Branden had specially reserved the store for two us that evening. No one was allowed to shop at the store at that

,he winked and waiting for our answer for which he got positive response from Xavier. But my heart and mind stuck at the word PARIS PARIS.... PARIS...... PARIS..... PARIS is said to city of love, city of romance, but in my life it is said to be city of hell, city of regrets. Thinking about that place itself bringing me goosebumps on my body. "Jasmine....jasmine, are you kk??...kid what happened can I know the answer... Is it kk with you starting it from paris??",Mr.Leo asked with concerned face by shaking me from my thoughts and that idiot is watching me with confusion in his eyes.

“I know, іt’ѕ just rеаllу funnу how hе wоuld know tо bооk ѕоmеwhеrе thаt I’vе always wаntеd to gо. I’vе nеvеr mеntіоnеd іt bеfоrе.” “Errr . . . wеll, Pаrіѕ іѕ thе сіtу оf love ѕо whеrе else would уоu go tо reconnect, and he knows hоw ѕtуlіѕh уоu аrе, thаt уоu’d wаnt to vіѕіt thе оthеr rеgіоnѕ.” I hореd hе was buying my lіе. I wasn’t thе bеѕt реrѕоn to trу to fооl hіm, hе uѕuаllу ѕаw rіght thrоugh mе.

I could still remember how that conversation turned out. I always remember my conversations with Paris lately. She surprises me and shocks me at the same time. I lost one year of my memories. I don’t remember how much she has changed in twelve months. She was bolder, tougher. She has so much angst and she’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind. In a way, I admire her more. But a part of me felt sad because I realize I don’t really know her as much as I thought I did. “You couldn’t choose a better knife to kill yourself with.” Paris said to me over the phone. “Actually, that’s not a knife. It’s an F-in samurai!”

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The book was about the history of the French Quarter, filled with tales of love, loss, and the supernatural. As she handed it to me, she leaned in close. "You know, sometimes the answers we seek aren't found in the places we expect," she whispered, a knowing glint in her eye. Her words echoed in my mind as I flipped through the pages, feeling the weight of the book in my hands. It was a history of the city, but it was also a map to a new life. A life without Alex, without the club, without the shadow of Hartwell's corruption.

he said. I was going to agree to that when I remembered the miserable life I left at home. I couldn't go back to that life. I came to Paris to start over. I traveled to a faraway land to pursue my dreams. I had lost so much that I knew I wouldn't recover if I lost this opportunity. I refused to let a dishonest man and a weird stepson ruin my life. Again. “What are you talking about?” I laughed to hide the tears in my voice. “I love Paris. The lights. The men. Everything.”