Paris Novel Novels & Stories

As I was walking on the hallway that had few people on it since it was still early, my eyes landed on Catherine talking to Mr Rodriguez with a distressed look on her face. He held his forehead and shook his head. He then took out a red book; that was kind of similar to the book in the parcel yesterday out of his bag and gave it to her. "You do know that spying on people is not cool, right?" A voice spoke behind my back. I turned to see who it was and a familiar grinning face appeared right in front of me. "You!"

The world around her went out of focus for an instant. Paris. While Candy here, hurt. While Marie sat in this skyscraper cage in the midst of a city lying awake. While her own name, her daughter's future, all that she had worked to hold on to, flowed away like water through fingers left open. She unfolded the article. The words shimmered on the screen. The couple was photographed walking along the Seine following an intimate dinner… acquaintances say the two look more in love than ever… Her gut curled. With love.