Novels Set In Paris Novels & Stories

Seraphina's POV "Don, we've confirmed the location." Marco's cautious voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece. Lorenzo sat in an unremarkable black Mercedes, staring through the window at the Tuileries Garden, his palms slick with sweat. This was one of the safest, most affluent districts in Paris. Her choice to settle here was clearly well thought out. On a bench, the woman in a beret was reading a book, her profile so serene and beautiful it made his breath catch.

***Authors Note*** Hey my lovely readers, so we come to the end of those beautiful steamy short stories. The next stories are still age-gap books, but a little bit longer. Buckle up tight and enjoy every step of the way. XoXo!!! Book title: Do Me Dirty, Mr. CEO. PROLOGUE DAPHNE “I ’m moving to Paris.”

Genevieve’s POV I had learned how to disappear the hard way. Money went first. Then names. Then the foolish belief that anyone would come looking to save me. By the time the morning light leaked through the blinds of my apartment on the outskirts of Paris—far from the city’s polished streets and watched corners—I was already awake. The neighborhood stirred slowly, delivery trucks rattling past shuttered shops, voices muted and uncurious. It was the kind of place people passed through, not a place anyone bothered to remember.

He wasn’t looking at anyone in particular, just staring into his glass, fingers slowly turning it in place. Still, for now, the room was warm with laughter. -- I placed my fork down gently on the edge of my plate, wiping the corners of my mouth with my napkin. I leaned slightly forward, eyes narrowing playfully as I looked across the table at Serena, who was still giggling from Raymond’s embarrassing sprinkler story. “Serena,” I said, tilting my head. “So... tell me. What’s Paris like?” She blinked, surprised. “Oh. Uh, Paris?” She smiled. “It’s magical, really. A little chaotic, but in a good way. Full of history, energy… people who think their coffee is superior to everyone else’s.”

** Love and War** Paris, France – The Final War Begins The sky was still dark when Isabella and her team moved into position. The air smelled of rain, the streets damp from an earlier storm. It was quiet—too quiet—as if the city itself was holding its breath. Across from them, Marcella’s penthouse loomed, its windows glowing like the eyes of a beast waiting to strike. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter, but they had no idea what was coming.

Geneveive Tessa Robert According to an online page I read, the Hotel New Grand is the best place to book a room whenever you come over to Paris for a family vacation. Mom had suggested we celebrate the holidays in another country, and according to the votes, France was the pick. So, on a bright Friday morning, everyone hopped into Dad’s friend's private plane, and the next day we arrived in Paris. I couldn’t sleep through the flight because of the kids, but my mom assured me it was fine. They were almost two anyway! I was still worried, so I read through the historical novel I brought along and buried myself in it until I slept off.

And so, as they slept, their hearts beat in unison, both filled with the promise of tomorrow, the joy of today, and the unwavering bond that held them together. As dawn broke over Paris, the city was bathed in a golden hue, casting a soft light over the streets below. Inside the luxurious suite where Alexander and Amelia were staying, the world outside seemed far away. The couple had enjoyed a restful night after their delightful dinner at Guy Savoy, drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Cassian and Emeraude strolled through the narrow streets of Paris, their hands intertwined and their hearts filled with love and admiration. The summer sun painted the city in golden hues, reflecting off the ancient facades of buildings and the calm waters of the Seine. Paris seemed to have been created especially for them in that moment, a perfect backdrop for their honeymoon.

I didn't know what passed through his mind sometimes. I take the paper and I tear it off before I toss it outside the window. The last thing I want is for Luciano to see the letter and get confused. I do not want to bother him any more. That mystery is a problem for another day, right now I am trying to think about my trip to Paris. Yes Paris, the perfect city for a vacation, located almost in the center of France. The Eiffel tower stands proudly above the city and the arc de triomphe is already bustling with vehicles. Paris is never boring. I visualized all this in my head.

, he said as he dragged me through the food vendors tasting a bit from each one until I was stuffed to the point I couldn't take anymore. Nolan knew his way around the city and he spoke French which couldn't be less of a turn on. Just ordering coffee he could seduce me. We laid against the grass looking up at the fading pink sky, I was cradled in his arms as I looked around the area realizing not a single person was alone. The city was filled with couples interlocking lips and holding hands and I was glad I wasn't lonely on this hot summer night in Paris. Paris is a city that will make you feel so lonely when you're alone, you see everyone holding hands, giggling to one another, sharing gela