Romance In Paris Novels & Stories

I asked him as we entered the car and the driver drove off. "Two days trip." He said. "Wow!" I said in amusement. "Did you like it?" He asked as he smiled at me. "Of course, I am. You are winning me over." I confessed to him. "I love that I am trying to win you over again." He smiled at me. "Whatever! I still want more than this." I told him. "They are waiting for you, my lady." He replied to me. We got to our destination. Turned out that Roman has a mansion in Paris.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” “No, it’s not that.” He says quickly. “I was just admiring.” “Oh.” My cheeks redden. “So what exactly are we doing in Paris?” “I figured we could see the Eiffel Tower, anything you want to do.” He tells me. “Alright.” I smile, as I eagerly wait to arrive in Paris. I pluck out a book from my backpack, it’s a cheesy romance novel that Emily sneaked in while I wasn’t looking, though she did promise I was going to love it even though I am not a fan of romance.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Jake tilted his head, smirking. “Modest as always.” He sipped his champagne. “But honestly, darling, what I want—what I really need—is to meet someone interesting here. Not just pretty. Not just wealthy. Someone who makes me forget New York for a while. I want to fall in love in Paris. Can you imagine? Me, walking the Seine at night, hand in hand, kissing under the Pont Neuf? Ugh. My heart can’t take it.”

Raphael "Sorry about all of my baggage... I didn't expect for that to happen." She stated. "You don't need to be sorry. I'm glad you told me. Opening up to me like that really helped me to understand you better." Pushing up to look at me, she started. "But we're in France! This was far from romantic." Smiling is becoming the new normal. "To me, being open with your partner is as romantic as romance could get." Leaning forward I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "And did you forget? I asked you on this trip because I wanted to get to know you better."

His shoulders eased with visible relief, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. Paris was a dream city, a place for lovers. And yet, as Raymond’s hand closed warmly over mine, one thought whispered at the back of my mind. Why now?

Enough Paris , if your visit today is to talk about a woman who had cheated on me with my brother then i would as well ask you to leave " i told her harshly. She shuddered in fear as she saw my eyes flashed with anger. "I'm sorry" she walk towards me and sighed " actually i came here to remind you about us "We have had this conversation a billion times Paris , right now i can't get married and putting it bluntly you need to find your mate as well " "I do not want anyone except you Henry . You know deep inside you that i desire no one else except you" I look down into her eyes, the sincerity in them. She stared back at me as i clenched my jaw.

I flip through the magazine in the seat pocket, scroll aimlessly on my phone until there’s no signal, and then just watch him from time to time, It’s unsettling. When we finally descend, I press my face slightly toward the window. And then I see it. The city. Elegant rooftops. The curve of a river cutting through it. Landmarks I’ve only ever seen in pictures. My breath catches. “No way…” I whisper. The wheels touch down smoothly. PARIS. Like actual Paris. The land of lovers. The city of lights. The city people fly across the world for honeymoons and proposals and once-in-a-lifetime romance.

A text from Emilia. Emilia: PARIS?!?! You're in PARIS and didn't tell me?? I saw your I*******m story. I'm so jealous I could die. Me: Just got here this morning. It's incredible. Emilia: Details! I need all the details! What's the hotel like? Have you eaten anything amazing yet? Has Alexander swept you off your feet in the city of romance? Me: The Hotel is ridiculous. Had the best croissant of my life. And yes, he's being surprisingly romantic.

"It's a big decision, and not something you would want to make lightly. Did the tour at least help make things a little more… favorable?" "Yeah, actually. It was nice getting to meet everyone, and it was just inspiring to see everything in action." "I'm glad. Well, what if I said I had something else in mind that might help you make a decision?" I raised a brow. "Oh? What was it?" "I'll tell you all about it… Over dinner." His smile widened. Zane's POV They say Paris is the city of romance and love. So, why would I take Evelyn to a restaurant that brought the vibe and culture of France right to her table? I knew Le Raffiné wouldn't disappoint.