Paris And Romance Novels & Stories

We go for a walk along the Seine, go rowing in Bois de Vincennes, climb the Sacré-Cœur and finish the day watching the sunset from the Arc De Triomphe. It was a wonderful day, not because of all the things we got to do, but because we did them together. That night when Paige and I have sex, it feels different. More intimate. We make love. Ever since we left New York, I’ve noticed that Paige has gotten a little more affectionate. I guess it’s the Paris effect. I can’t say I’m complaining. The next morning it’s Paige’s 30th birthday. She wakes up to me serving her breakfast in bed.

She was making my heart flutter with those simple gestures. “What brings you here to Paris?” she asked as we were walking side by side. I merely stared in front of us as she focused her gaze on me. I'm afraid my heart might skip a beat if I stare at her. I still see Khali in her. "To live in Paris is one of my dreams. This is everyone’s dream. You'll get the chance to fall in love with the scenery and works of art that Paris has to offer, as well as experience romance and view legendary masterpieces; this is like a new universe,” I stated dreamily as I met her gaze. I could see the look of appreciation and awe from her.

They got into the car and as the driver drove, Kiara couldn't help but admire the beautiful streets. Was this why Paris was called the city of love? Because everywhere she looked just had a romantic feel to it. “Are we going sightseeing?" She questioned as she slowly turned to Zane and he nodded. “Sightseeing is one of the major things couples do here… I think. Even if it isn't, as long as you want to do it then it is" She giggled then slapped his chest.

~Alyona~ We reached Paris, “the City of Love,” because of the romantic atmosphere it exudes. The City of Love isn’t just a random nickname given to Paris; it’s the perfect description. Anyone visiting the French capital would provide for all the romantic vibes they find there.

“Did I mention the wine was called Louis when I spoke with you on the phone?” He tried to recall. “No.” “Weird! How would Francis know that’s the name then?” “Perhaps… someone else mentioned it to him before or he’s seen it on the TV?” he guessed. “No way! The packaging was written all in French. A person who doesn’t speak the language wouldn’t have recognized it even if they’ve heard of it before!” He gave this some serious thought. “Francis is a strange character. He’s been living among the poor lower class for years but there’s this calm and cultured elegance in him. He’s not like your Average Joe.”

And so, as they made their way back home, their hearts brimming with love, Picasso and Rico carried the spirit of their Parisian date, forever connected through their shared moments of joy, adventure, and the enduring magic of their love story. --------------------- The next day... Picasso and Rico ventured into the heart of Paris, hand in hand, ready to embark on their romantic date. The city's enchanting atmosphere enveloped them as they strolled through the charming streets, admiring the mesmerizing architecture and absorbing the vibrant energy that seemed to radiate from every corner.

--- "I love your family, but we are supposed to be a couple that is in the most romantic city in the world." "Raise suspicions if we don't enjoy a little, alone time."--- I complete my line and smile, giving him a kiss. That is the only reason why we are going to get to know this city together, so that no one will ever suspect our lie. After all, we are in Paris, the city of love, and couples need to enjoy this city a little, which to me, is so romantic. "It's even bigger than in the pictures"---I said in amazement.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Serena’s POV: The ambiance is elegant and romantic. I, a poised and ambitious young woman, sat across from my boss, Mr Vincent, a distinguished businessman. We are dining in one of Paris's finest restaurants, surrounded by opulence and sophistication. “To Paris, the city of lights and inspiration”. Mr Vincent raises his wine cup for a toast. I smiled at the gesture. “To Paris”. We clank our glasses and take a sip of champagne, enjoying the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower illuminated against the night sky.

"He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime." -Victor Hugo- *** It took a few hours until they eventually arrived back in Paris. The sky had turned a soft shade of light and medium blue mixed with some purple and white, enhancing the romantic atmosphere of the city of love which at the moment they could only enjoy from the plane's window. Clara placed several of her fingers on the window surface, pretending she was touching the sky.