Paris The Novels & Stories

Chapter 8 Bastien Two Years Later Paris was alive at all hours of the night, but she was the quietest at four in the morning, when even the night owls couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer. The line of SUVs pulled up outside the Louvre, close to the pyramid in the open square. Lights from the lampposts and the buildings were one of the reasons the city had been given its name, City of Light, and it was a name well earned.

Faith muttered. "Anyway, what are you going to wear in Paris?" "What do you mean? I'm going to wear my clothes." Sheila skidded to a halt and gasped at Faith. "You can't be serious!" "What?" Sheila shook her head at her in disbelief. She turned to Adele. The other girl also shook her head. "What! What is it?" "You have to get different clothes for Paris, of course." "What's wrong with my clothes?" "Nothing is wrong with them," Adele was quick to assure her. "But Paris is the fashion Capital of the world. You have to look the part."

Gary, in his three-piece suit and a fresh haircut, looked simply delectable tonight. "Why?" Brittany asked, turning to face him and leaning on the rails, returning his gaze. "Because Paris, was the first big city, in all of Europe, to have street lamps." He replied, joining her at the rails and leaning over them, smiling calmly at her. She looked at him in amazement, "Really?" She asked. His cologne smells like lavender, with a deep masculine musk. "Yes," he answered, his smile widening, "Gas lamps, of course, but for a 19th-century metropolis, not too shabby."

​Paris was no longer the City of Light. Under the copper-colored sky, it had become a labyrinth of shadows and silence. The Great Reset had hit the European hubs hardest; without the Sterling Ledger to stabilize the power grids and financial markets, the city had slumped into a pre-industrial gloom. The Eiffel Tower stood like a skeletal sentinel over a river Seine that had turned a stagnant, oily black.

I had no idea just how much distance our pick-up point was from the airport but we arrived in less than an hour. “Where are we?” I asked Ronan using the mind link as we picked up our bags. “Paris.” My eyes brightened with the mere idea that we were in Paris. As the capital of France and one of the most historic cities in Europe, more than half of my dreams were built in Paris in my imaginations. Just by standing there, Ronan had every eye looking at him. I couldn’t blame them. His looks could rival even their best celebrities and actors. Also, with the tyrannical aura that was coming from him, I didn’t find it surprising that almost every person felt the need to look at him more than once.

The night scene in Paris is very beautiful, so France is also known as the capital of light. Coming to the capital of light, you should not miss the opportunity to visit famous architectural works such as Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame de Paris, Arc de Triomphe, Picasso museum,... enjoy the unique cuisine European style with French wine,... Not only that, France is also known as the fashion capital of the world with diversified and material fashion boutique cities. Paris is also a major cultural center in the world and is also one of the cities that attract many tourists and is also known as the city of love. So for those who are in love, come to Paris once to enjoy the romantic night scene here.

It was breathtaking. But none of it was as breathtaking as her being in his arms again, holding him, just being together. She had barely been with him an hour, and already she was praying that they would never be apart again. * The Paris that they flew over, the Paris of 1789, was in so many ways similar to the pictures of Paris she’d seen in the 21st century. She recognized so many of the buildings, the churches, the steeples, the monuments. Despite its being hundreds of years old, it looked almost exactly like the same city of the 21st century. Like Venice and Florence, so little had changed in just a few hundred years.

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.

Paris has been one of the best places Katherine wished to come to, be it for a vacation, or just schooling, but things didn’t work out as she has planned, she has heard lots of rumors about this place, but actually seeing it gives off a whole new vibes. Paris, the city of love, had always held a certain allure for Katherine, its cobblestone streets, charming café, and iconic landmarks whispered promises of romance and enchantment.

“Tonia!! “What, It’s Paris. City of lights, wine, and questionable decisions. She winks at me, “You never know what those three nights might bring.” I laughed really hard. “You are insane.” “You will come back to thank me,” she said with seriousness, “You are going to Paris with a man every woman in the city dreams about. Please come back home with crazy gist and details.” I shook my head, “I am not planning anything with Mr Prescott, it is strictly business.” “Oh okay,” She folded her arms. “And I am the Queen of England.” I threw other stuff in my bag before zipping it. “Look, I am just saying to enjoy yourself. You have been working nonstop since forever. Maybe let Paris work its magic on