Paris And Romance Novels & Stories

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

Paris looked at Ann and felt he was taking her for a fool. “What?” Ann asked. “You took him to the beach where we made love, Ann.” Paris said. “I did not,” Ann denied it. Paris sighed and shook his head. He walked towards the door to leave, but Ann grabbed him and forced a kiss on him. “What are you doing?” Paris questioned, holding her at arm’s length. “Drink my blood and you will see that I love you! It has always been only you!” Ann cried.

Afterall Drey did warn me about his madness on taking Scarletts to impromptu trips. And honestly, after the meeting on Tuesday and Thursday with Miss Collins, I need this getaway just to ensure our relationship remains intact after I rejected his proposal twice in a row. "Why Paris?" I ask after he finally revealed where we're going on this surprise trip. "Because Paris is the most romantic city in the world." He answers after he puts his glass of Macallan on the side table. "Oh? That's the reason we'll be spending our Saturday at Paris?" "Weekend, B. We'll be spending the entire weekend at Paris."

Aiden wasn't her driver after all. Aiden entered the car and ignited the engine... Soon the car was set in motion... Noticing the awkwardness in the car, Aiden tried initiating a conversation. " What do you think about Paris so far? " He inquired as he drove... " Well... It's okay... " " Hm... Do you know what Paris is known for? " " Yep... It's known as the city of love. It's even said that couples who meet each other in Paris get to stay together for a lifetime. "

Forced a smile that didn’t belong on my face. “Just...old messages.” He didn’t push, and I was grateful for that. But I couldn’t meet his eyes. Because all I could think was: What kind of person falls apart over one man while sitting across from another? *** Paris was every bit as magical as I’d imagined. As soon as we stepped out of our taxi at the hotel, the air was filled with the enticing aroma of fresh-baked croissants and hot chocolate. The summer weather was unexpectedly cool and romantic, like something straight from a painting.

With each passing day, Fiona and Charles basked in the serenity of their honeymoon, savoring every moment as if the rest of the world beyond Paris had come to a standstill. The city was cast with a kind of spell that seemed to carry them along, each corner promising something new, each street ringing with history. They strolled hand in hand along the Seine, walked through secret cafés, and lingered in gardens that breathed secrets of past romances. In Paris, they were not a married couple, but two souls, free at last to learn about each other without the burden of the world weighing them down.

We laughed, took pictures, and for the first time in a long time, I felt alive. Paris was everything people said it was. A city of romance, of lights, of memories. The air was always soft and cold, filled with laughter from strangers who looked like they had no pain in their world. And somehow, I wanted to feel that too—just for a little while. But even paradise had ghosts.

"Our honeymoon deserves to be unforgettable, I promise. I want to see that look on your face forever." I pulled him into a tight hug, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against mine. "I'm speechless. This is all perfect and certainly, this is all too much for me. It didn't need any of this." He gently stroked my face. "We still have a lot to explore together. This is just the first stop." Comfortable silence fell over us. We lost ourselves in the moment, soaking in the romantic atmosphere around us. Paris at night was like a dream, and I was living that dream beside the man I loved more than anything.

This wasn’t a usual part of my role, and the fact that he had specifically requested my presence only added to the confusion. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, my thoughts running wild with questions. Why did he suddenly want me there? What was this trip about? And why did it have to be Paris? Paris. The city of romance, a place where memories were made, and hearts were broken. The idea of being alone with Gio in a city like that made my stomach twist with equal parts excitement and dread.

At least he could give her some happiness before turning her life into hell. Mia blinked into happiness. He was really asking her to choose. Mia felt top on the world. Today. He took a step towards her. Today, he asked for her opinion but tomorrow he would also love her. “Paris. I want to go there. I want to click pictures in front of the Eiffel tower. I want a romantic gateway there. I want to feel loved there Issac.” The hopes in her eyes. The dreams in her gaze were like a knife to his heart. His lips twitched.