Romance In Paris Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Says a married lady who was caught kissing her ex boyfriend few days ago" she teased and I gasped and tried hitting her, but she ran away. "You're so annoying - you know that?" I grinned playfully. By that time, we had gotten to the bookstore and we both walked in together. But come to think of it; what would tomorrow be like?. I mean valentine. You know, it was going to be my first valentine with my...husband. Nicole quickly got the book she wanted and we left afterwards. As soon as we got outside, we saw something...crazy. It was Blair - taking selfies in front of a flashy car.

Paris stated. “Seeing someone’s life and getting to know someone on a deeper level are two different things,” Ann said. “So, you want both of us? I don’t think the Vampire King is going to be too pleased about that,” Paris chuckled. “And you?” Ann asks, leaning her hands on his chest, looking at him, studying his face. “May the best man win,” Paris responded before turning her under him and kissing her. *** In the canteen, Juno and Jovita made it clear to everyone that they don’t stand a chance by smooching openly and being all over each other.

Telling him will only give him more reasons to come after me and try to fight for what can never be. But then I didn't want to lose him either – talk about eating my cake and having it. I just wished there was a way we could be a thing, but by the side. An idea that suddenly sounded to me after watching the movie of a lady, Emily, who visited Paris and shared its fascinating romance culture. But we are not French, and this is a critical situation. By the way it was so annoying bringing that up after awakening my body with his touch and that breathtaking kiss. He must have thought that was the best way to make me think twice about saying no, and how damn right he actually is.

The rooftop restaurant sat high above the Seine, offering a breathtaking view of Paris as it shimmered under the night sky. Soft candlelight sat across the polished tables, its glow catching in half-filled wine glasses while the city buzzed with life around us. The restaurant had the most romantic setting in the city. It was perfect because I wanted to show Lauren she could have everything she wanted.

Chapter 120 Lily's pov The soft glow of the Eiffel Tower still lingered in my mind as I looked back at our unforgettable trip to Paris. It had been everything I had ever dreamed of—romantic, magical, perfect. Richard’s proposal beneath the glowing tower was like a scene from a fairytale. The paparazzi captured every moment, and soon enough, news outlets were plastering our faces all over their platforms. The headline read: The Most Romantic Engagement of All Time at the Eiffel Tower. I had become the envy of women everywhere, and though it felt overwhelming at first, I couldn’t help but bask in the happiness of it all.

Forced a smile that didn’t belong on my face. “Just...old messages.” He didn’t push, and I was grateful for that. But I couldn’t meet his eyes. Because all I could think was: What kind of person falls apart over one man while sitting across from another? *** Paris was every bit as magical as I’d imagined. As soon as we stepped out of our taxi at the hotel, the air was filled with the enticing aroma of fresh-baked croissants and hot chocolate. The summer weather was unexpectedly cool and romantic, like something straight from a painting.

*** Paris was the place we all know lovers should go for their honeymoon. Our hotel was high above us as we walked to a fancy, but cosy restaurant. Linden was just ahead, shoulders stiff in that way he carried around me when we weren’t being watched. And when we were, he was sweet and gentle. Tch, he was better at pretending than I could ever be. The restaurant smelt of browned butter and bread. Candlelight flickered in crystal holders, and chandeliers dangled like stars. We had barely sat down when a voice rolled through the hum of conversation around us.

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.

This time, instead of staring at emails, she typed one word into the search bar. Paris. Hundreds of images appeared instantly—beautiful streets, glowing cafés, and the Eiffel Tower rising high above the city skyline. Emma leaned closer to the screen, studying the photos. The city looked magical. Romantic. A place where people came to fall in love. The thought made her laugh quietly. After everything that had happened, love was the last thing on her mind. But maybe Paris could still offer something else. A fresh start. There were still so many things left to pack.