Paradise Gentleman Novels & Stories

We walk past a hallway, past offices with large windows, and soon we arrive at a set of mahogany double doors which Gypsy pushes open, revealing two desks at each end and another door in the middle. The lady, knocks once on the door and pushes it in, revealing a large office, a large desk, and Marciano leaning on it while he goes through something on his iPad. He's not wearing a jacket, and his sleeves are rolled all the way to his elbows. If it wasn’t for the scar running along his side, he could pass for any powerful CEO in the city. The kind people trusted. The kind people underestimated. He doesn’t lift his gaze when I enter and take a seat. But when he finally does, it’s to tell the lad

Friday couldn’t come fast enough. I’d done a little more digging on Henry Prescott in preparation for our date. He was a good rugby player, but not considered one of the best. There was very little else in the way of information about him. It seemed that Paradisians weren’t big into social media advertising everything about them. What I could find matched everything I did know about him. He was more legit than most men I dated, even if he was known for rugby rather than anything else.

He is an incredible jerk! "You eat a lot. You are so thin! Like a tree branch!" Damn! Never a word of praise came out of that ugly mouth. You ugly Edmund! Damn Edmund! Bastard Edmund! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 You can be sure if Daniel is a true gentleman. He treats women very politely. This kind of man I need, not like that bastard Edmund! But wait! Does that mean I'm expecting that bastard? Oh no, Em! Your life will be in hell forever!

Opening a drawer that has the most precious watches in it, he picked out his favorite Rolex watch. Taking the black Billionaire coat of the hanging, he wore it. Taking off his Nike spiller he slid Lacoste socks on his feet and the Gucci boots. Making his way to the vanity table he combed his hair neatly and then applied a gel to fix them. Wearing Tomford perfume he made his way out of the room checking his mobile and wallet in the pocket. Walking down the grand staircase, he made his way to the dining room where everyone was sitting waiting for him and their grandfather, Ameer Alam Khan, the former DSP, the Nawab of Raipur.

No one feature makes him so handsome, though his eyes come close. People often speak of the colour of eyes, as if that were of importance, yet he would be beautiful in any shade. From them comes an intensity, a fierceness, a gentleness. Perhaps this is what is meant by a gentleman, not one of weakness or trite politeness, but one of great spirit and noble ways. What he is, what is beautiful about him, comes from deep within.As each year passes the lines will deepen upon his face, he will be more handsome still, as if his soul shines through his skin."How gorgeous do you look in this modern attire..." his voice low yet alluring."What do you want from me, Azazel?" her tone was stern.Anger prev

The staff then went out of the scene. She awkwardly sat on the seat across the guy. Sensing the situation that they were in. She just couldn’t believe that this guy is the CEO of Hastings Construction. He doesn’t look like it. Judging from the way he dresses. Disheveled hair, first three buttons of shirt is open, piercing on the left ear, and even driving to the restaurant using a motorcycle. He’s more like a spoiled rich kid who just loves drinking and partying, than a CEO. “You’re fifteen minutes late, Ms. Levisay.” He said while looking at his wrist watch.

“That is probably because Paradise Valley started only as a flower garden, Miss Emily. But since Sir Apollo took over the business, he has expanded its features. Now, more people are coming and visiting this place. Not just locals, but even tourists from neighboring towns, cities, and abroad.” “Speaking of villa, Sylvia. Is there an ocean nearby too?” Sylvia told her more of the details. Paradise Valley is a 213 hectare land. “The villa is down this road on the right while this one at the left will lead you to the garden. To arrive at the garden, you can take either a horse, take the stairs, chopper, or use the golf carts, Miss Emily.” “A golf cart? You have it here, really?,” she asked in d

Paradis’ precious heir to the throne and most eligible bachelor came down to the slums to ask an angel of darkness to do his dirty work. ‘Are you in?’ He leaned on the table and arched his brow. I should feel every used. ‘But of course.’

He looked as charming as ever in a gray suit, his smile warm and confident. “Isabella Hart,” he greeted, his voice rich with amusement. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Looks like this retreat just got interesting.” Izzy smiled faintly. Adrian had that kind of energy that made people feel at ease... charming, teasing, a little dangerous. Everything Dominic wasn’t. “Hey, Adrian,” she said. “Yeah, I didn’t expect to see you here either. Business never takes a break, I guess.” He chuckled, his blue eyes glinting. “True. But sometimes business gives you nice surprises.”

but he was the owner of Beautiful Paradise, the largest and most famous nightclub with many branches even abroad. The entertainment business owner who had never shown himself, and was better known as Samudra, because he only put the letter B in front of his last name. B. Samudra. Byantara Samudra. Byan! Kia was still stunned to see the man she had been intimate with just last night, while Alex, who had been behind Kia, now walked ahead of the girl to greet Byan. "Hello, Mr. Samudra. How are you?" Alex greeted him with a friendly smile. Beautiful Paradise would be the most potential client, especially since the owner had offered a very high price for his services.