Paris Love Story Novels & Stories

"Look don't worry about it.. my wife is here.. go enjoy what you initially planned and then you will see me after.." She sighed, 'but..' "Hey babe.." Luna said kissing my cheek appearing from nowhere. "Paris.. I love you.. now go.. it's a demand." She laughed, 'listen to you bossing me around... and I love you too.' "Good.. I'll see you after your plans..." 'definitely.' "Paris...?" 'yes..?' "Please use a condom.. I'm not ready to be an aunt.." She coughed, 'fuck... umh..' she coughed again then the line went dead. I laughed. Omg Paris was fucking someone.

In Cupido's castle, Cupido is sadly looking at the book that regulates human love and marriage in the human world. “Are you sad again?” A warm voice spoke. “Is that León de Fuego, the Fire God? Why do you have free time to visit me?” Hearing the voice of León de Fuego, the God of Fire, Cupido immediately greeted him with joy. "I came to see if you've done anything stupid lately?" “Stupid, very stupid!” Cupido's sigh caused the wrath of the Fire God León de Fuego to lessen a bit. “Do you remember a woman named Lucero?” “Lucero? Luna Brillante? You mean these two names, right?” “Luna Brillante? Is Luna Brillante her brother-in-law? Why do I hear these two's names sound like two brothers' names

He asked, kissing her forehead and then her cheek. "That was because I love you." She whispered to him. "I love you too, sweetheart. Now and forever." He kissed her once more before hugging her tightly to him. "One of my guys will be here in about an hour with my things. I'll get back to work and let you know when I have something solid." Dorian said as he rejoined them. They sat in silence, looking at the skyline through the large wall of windows as the sun was setting. Natalia loved the New York skyline and could stare at it for hours.

Russel no one knew where they were for their honeymoon but close friends and their family members, and no one could trail them because they made it slip out that they would be leaving for their honeymoon the following night of their wedding but actually left at the breaking of dawn the morning after, this gave them a head start from the paparazzi and hopefully by the time they were to figure out happened they would have had a lot of time alone in the country. They stood in front of the the famous 'I LOVE YOU' wall of Paris, its is 416 square feet and the wall features I love you in three hundred and eleven different languages. Noelles was amazed at the wall in front her, she always wanted to

she asked him, facing him intensely Hugo, then stared at her before he smiled light and took a drink for himself, 'can I continue to lie about my feelings for her?' He doesn't know when he started to have affections for this woman, the least person he should have feelings for, but he did....maybe that's the reason why he just helped Adrian and Ali back together and showed now hostility 'is it because of how she took my hand in Paris a few months back? Where we danced under the moon?' he thought, remembering how they had encountered in Paris, where they had shared a very beautiful and meaningful dance, or so he only thought

Love and lies (Her love story) Episode 45 After exchanging pleasantries with different CEO's and high figures Lisa didn't hesitate to leave the venue and went to the balcony to meet Liam who was waiting for her, It can be said that she didn't want to stay at that banquet even for a moment Liam saw her as he stretched out his hand while Lisa went over and hugged him “It must be very hard” He said as he touched her hair “Is not so hard just not used to things like this, and I can't wait to go home” Lisa said leaning on him as Liam hugged her waist

Paris Lawson is a new senior in high school. She is nerdy, overweight, and has never had a boyfriend in her life. She sees Brad Stanton, the popular playboy, and falls hopelessly in love with him. Paris fights so hard to control her feelings for the school bad boy but when he starts wooing her, she falls into his clutches. After Paris loses her virginity to Brad, he makes it clear to her that he is disgusted by her and cannot stand being with her for a second longer.

“The world better be ready, then.” They kissed slowly—less fire, more forever. And as the darkness deepened, their last night in Paris was something not one of grand gestures but of whispered promises and shared silence. Two hearts beating in sync. One story beginning.

They had concluded to take things slow. Paris was still in love with her now-dead ex, however the case of Exo was far from different. He had no ex, but he did have a lover, a man after his heart. He was not ready to jump into a moving train with Paris without knowing what feelings he had for her.

Vincent placed a gentle hand on my shoulder but did not say anything. “Daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “It is me, Paris. I came to see you today. I know it has been a long time. I am sorry.” I wiped my face but more tears came. “Vincent brought me here. He is with me now. Your brother. I know this is wrong. Everyone knows it is wrong. You would have been so angry if you saw us together. You would have shouted and forbidden it. We are not supposed to be lovers. He is my uncle. Your own blood. But somehow we fell in love. Deeply. Against every rule, against the gods, against our own family.”