Romance In Paris Novels & Stories

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

“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 looked at Ann and felt he was taking her for a fool. “What?” Ann asked. “You took him to the beach where we made love, Ann.” Paris said. “I did not,” Ann denied it. Paris sighed and shook his head. He walked towards the door to leave, but Ann grabbed him and forced a kiss on him. “What are you doing?” Paris questioned, holding her at arm’s length. “Drink my blood and you will see that I love you! It has always been only you!” Ann cried.

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.

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.

She was making my heart flutter with those simple gestures. “What brings you here to Paris?” she asked as we were walking side by side. I merely stared in front of us as she focused her gaze on me. I'm afraid my heart might skip a beat if I stare at her. I still see Khali in her. "To live in Paris is one of my dreams. This is everyone’s dream. You'll get the chance to fall in love with the scenery and works of art that Paris has to offer, as well as experience romance and view legendary masterpieces; this is like a new universe,” I stated dreamily as I met her gaze. I could see the look of appreciation and awe from her.

The Champ-de-Mars is one of the most beautiful parks in Paris, with stretches of green and trees that lead the way to the Eiffel Tower. They walked hand in hand, unhurried. Many other couples were doing the same—every corner of that city transforms, at night, into a secret haven for lovers. And it was something Deanna had been eager to share with Daniel: the slow stroll, surrounded by that perfect backdrop. The weight of the ring made her hand feel different; he gently brushed it with his fingers. “You turned out to be such a romantic…” “The last time I gave you one of those, I practically threw it at you… and then you threw it right back at my face. I wanted to do it right this time, so you

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.