Lyon Novels & Stories

Damien’s POV Lyon smelled of wet stone and old secrets. By the time my jet touched down, night had already settled over the city, pooling in the crooked alleys and on the slick cobblestones like black ink. I went straight to a safe house tucked behind an unmarked steel door in the Croix-Rousse district, where two of our family mafia’s old contacts were waiting. René and Baptiste looked like any pair of aging café owners—wrinkled jackets, nicotine fingers—but the men behind those eyes had once moved guns across three borders without leaving a single trace.

But how could she approach Leo without alerting Killian? * * * The town Lily and Lisa found themselves in was called Eldoria, it was a small town which was located close to the capital city of Yandar. It's surrounded by hills and forests. The town has cobblestone streets, pretty houses, and colorful gardens. People in Eldoria were known for hospitality and many could be seen chatting happily at the busy market. Lily could smell delicious pastries from the bakery which made her stomach growl.

C Noeline.

she cleared her throat. "That's fair enough." " So where do you want it to be," he asked again and it was then it struck Amy what he was asking her. He was giving her the opportunity to choose. It warmed her heart and probably her cheeks as well. "I've always wanted to visit Grasse, a city in France, " she answered. "The city of perfume. That's a good one," he agreed.

Just off its coast was one of the country’s most famous tourist spots, the island where the great gothic abbey of Mon-Saint-Michel was built. The City of Rouen, Normandy’s prefecture, was one of the largest cities in medieval ages. It boasted the gothic style cathedral, where the hero Joan of Arc was executed in 1431. Even though it had been affected by the Hundred Years War between France and England, it remained a majestic city.

The woman sat in the corner, still silent, her hands folded like always. The jet began to hum. Damien looked at me, calm and cruel in the same breath. “We’re going to a place called Fourcès,” he said. I blinked. “Where?” “In Occitanie,” he answered. I pulled out my phone and ran a quick search. The signal was weak, but enough. Fourcès. A medieval village in the south of France. Beautiful. Isolated. Barely touched by time. A place where stone and silence still ruled the streets.

Luna couldn't resist capturing the picturesque scenery with her camera, hoping to preserve the magic of Guilin forever. After the Li River cruise, Luna ventured to Yangshuo, a charming town located downstream from Guilin. Here, she rented a bicycle and explored the idyllic countryside, passing by lush rice paddies, traditional villages, and limestone formations. Luna was enchanted by the tranquility of the rural landscape and the warm hospitality of the locals she encountered along the way.

It was this season of beauty that brought the villagers together for an annual celebration—the 'Fête de la Lavande'—a grand festival dedicated to the lavender harvest. One morning, as the sun rose, casting its warm golden glow over the sleepy chateau, Vincent came to Abigail with the news of the festival. The announcement seemed to break the monotony of their days, infusing a new sense of anticipation and excitement into their peaceful existence. The 'Fête de la Lavande' wasn't just any celebration—it was a vibrant display of the rich culture and traditions of Provence, and Abigail was eager to experience it.

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

So I nudge his chin between my finger and my thumb and let his eyes meet me. The next day we are on the road again…Our stop at Lyon was a trip that showed us magnificent architecture. There were several districts that offered their own share of interesting things. We specifically went around to see the Gothic Churches; why I am not quite sure, but they captured her attention. The cobblestone streets took us throughout the city as we explored the shops and other attractions