Paris Love Story Novels & Stories

He said and I got more shocked "The girl in that portrait is you only Rajkumari, that's our previous birth. The boy you saw that's me. I wasn't sure about it until I saw your mark and the same dream you talked about. We both are made for each other Rajkumari. Our story is very old and long. From birth to birth we have changed our outer look but our story and love is pure. You see a boy with the girl in that portrait in a temple getting married and then someone stabbed the girl isn't it? "he asked and I stood shocked

I am still trying to recall what happened just a couple of minutes ago. . "HE KISSED ME"

“Language sweetheart and the date will be in Paris”. My mouth gaped open while a couple of butterflies swarmed in my stomach with his gruff voice nicknaming me ‘sweetheart’. Paris. He wanted to take me to Paris: the city of love, the city of romance and the city of everlasting sex. If he wanted to do anything like that with me, it would have to be after I’m dead and in the afterlife because no way in hell would I let him touch me. Not even with 10 foot pole.

He wanted to cancel, but he knew that if he did, his father would probably get angry and punch him in the face. He was being forced to marry a woman he didn’t even know. He had no interest in meeting her, even if she was as beautiful as a goddess. He had already promised himself that he would never fall for a woman again. Why? Because once, back in college, he had been in love. His ex was a popular student—a talented beauty with brains. She had won numerous beauty contests. But there was something about her that he couldn’t stand. She was a party animal, constantly skipping class, and in the end, she dropped most of her subjects.

’ Esha teased playfully. Paris was always known as the city of love. Couples, when they crossed the bridge over the river Seine, would write their names on a padlock and latch it on the railings. They would hug and kiss each other profusely and then throw the key in the river, thus immortalizing their love. Anubhav remembered the last time he had crossed the bridge over Seine. He had wept there.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

A day before the triplets' birthday party, Adrien walked deductively through the reception, down to her her office dressing so hot and so romantic that any man who saw her would not be able to resist her due to her appearance, because she was looking so crazily sexy. Her colleagues saw her as she was coming in and they exclaimed like they just saw a strange being... "Adrien...." There after, one of the girls called Mavi said to her... " What is going on with you girl...? We don't understand anything... This one that you have been acting so strange of late, please why not tell us the secret, for we all know something is behind this new style of yours?"

“Get back here lover boy and walk out of this gate, the lady will take care of herself.” Regina sits tiredly, the event is about to begin the celebrants had arrived, and yet there is no sign of her lovely boyfriend. She had her divided attention on the host of the event and the entrance of the hall, shortly her phone rang, and Michael was calling. She walked briskly outside and answered, “Hello?” “Hello Love, I’m so sorry I bailed on you.” “What happened? Is everything okay?” “Everything is fine, I just had an emergency errand to attend to,” Michael lied.

“You changed my life, you know.” “How?” “You showed me the world could be bigger than power or family obligations.” She looked up into his eyes. “Every moment I spent with you…” “…was worth everything.” Then suddenly— She leaned forward and kissed him. A quiet kiss beneath the star-filled sky of Israel. For a moment the chaos of the world disappeared. No assassins. No governments. No billion-dollar bounties. Just two people standing under the stars. When she pulled away, her eyes were shining.

"Ahhhh. Fuck, baby. Me too." "I love you. I love you." "I love you, too. God, so much." We fall apart together there, in the shadows of Paris, kissing in between gasps, love thick in the air around us. And I never imagine for a second that we can be torn apart...