Parizad Novel Novels & Stories

Zara Last night, I had tossed and turned for hours before sleep caught up with me in the early hours of this morning. I had come to a decision; go to Paradise Group and tell Marcello Andres to take responsibility. Only, it was easier said than done. The moment I walked into the magnificent architecture, I felt like an impostor. Paradise group stood towering over several buildings in the area and that was saying something, considering that this was New York .

Suzanne’s pov: Paris at night was like a dream. A dangerous, beautiful dream I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from. After dinner, Dominic led me through more winding streets, past street performers, artists, and charming little shops. The cool night air carried the scent of fresh bread and coffee, mingling with the distant hum of music. It was enchanting and intoxicating, and against my better judgment, I let myself enjoy it. We stopped at a riverside bookstall, where I ran my fingers over the spines of old French novels, their pages yellowed with time. Dominic picked one up, flipping through it before handing it to me.

It did not acknowledge our arrival. Adrian handed me one of the books. A novel, translated from French, about a woman who inherits a farmhouse in Provence and systematically dismantles her previous life. "It made me think of you," he said. I turned it over. Read the back. "Is she happy? At the end?" "I don't know. I haven't finished it." "That's not very encouraging." He smiled. "I thought you'd appreciate the honesty."

Some stopped to admire the clothing in the windows, but most people were on their phones or obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. I pulled open the heavy glass door and stepped outside. It was colder today than yesterday. Gray clouds filled the limited sky I could see between tall buildings. I took a deep breath in, smelling car gas and street vendor food. I wrinkled my nose, missing the soft scent of grass and stone from the castle. Westshire was the capital and biggest city in Paradisa. The city had stonework that predated the US mixed with new buildings. Ancient and modern architecture mingled and combined with castles merging into skyscrapers.

Pari studied the grounds while soaking in the morning warmth. The day was still bright despite the dregs of summer eddying along the western horizon. It had been a depressingly hot season, and with his disallowance of her partaking in outdoor activities for fear of her pale skin tarnishing to something darker, Parisa had spent the majority of her days sequestered in different rooms: reading books, learning etiquette, practising her French, playing the piano, actively avoiding his wife and children or dreadfully counting the days to her birthday.

Izzah's pov. I was again and again glancing at ahad, my husband is so cute. When he told me we are going somewhere, I was so impatient but as I got to know we are going to paris, I was shocked and surprised. I want to kiss him on airport but I controlled myself. I was staring at him shamelessly without blinking. He was typing on laptop and I was just sitting on my seat staring at his handsome face. You're being a pervert izzah, please slow down your desires - my stupid consy popped in.

Running a hand through my long, dark brown hair, I admired the way my silky curls bounced and cascaded down my back, framing my face perfectly. Once I was satisfied, I spun on my heel, moseying out of my bathroom to sift through my closet in order to find the perfect outfit. To get there, I had to cross through my living room, stopping for a moment to soak in the beautiful Chicago skyline as the sun was beginning to set. My apartment was small, but I was proud of it because it was my first year finally having enough money to live by myself. Even though it wasn't a large place, I was able to set everything up the way I liked it, and it had incredible views of the city.

All of you are part of my growing and learning process, and I have no words to express my gratitude for your presence in my life. That's why I decided to add a couple of bonus chapters for all of you that enjoyed this love story. One more chance to get engrossed with Elizabeth and Henry… And also, I wanted to introduce you to a new story that will soon be available on GoodNovel. 'Rise of the Phoenix' will be focused on Sarah as a character that never got too much attention but deserved it so very much since her life story is anything but usual. Stick around to find out what destiny has up her sleeve for Sarah.

"I want to. Wait for me. I'll take Armand to Bernadette's house now." Percival looked at him silently, but inside, he was happy at the mere thought that they could see the beauty of this city together. Paris looked as hopeful as ever. With all the houses that gently embraced its inhabitants, with all the streets that took the traveler far away, to where his or her heart wished to go, Paris was creating its own magic. And that magic could touch anyone's soul. It seemed that this city cared for everyone. This city seemed to want everyone to find love and find peace of mind through contemplation of all the beauty around them. If, the last time, this city refused to reveal all its beauty to Adel

Soraya said, sitting down again. “Why? I did nothing wrong,” Paris said, smoothly, not scared. There has only been one person who has almost managed to kill him and that was Andre. Soraya continued reading her book, but Paris stood up and stood in front of her, pushing her book down with one finger the way she did with his magazine. “Are you happy?”