Romance In Paris Novels & Stories

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.

And deep down, the growing absence she’d given Jax hurt more than she wanted to admit. Meanwhile, across the city in the glittering heart of Paris, Emilia Romano was living her best life. She strolled down Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, shopping bags swinging from her arms—new Chanel heels, a diamond tennis bracelet that caught the sunlight like a rare valuable, and a custom gown for tonight’s party. Her driver trailed behind, loading more purchases into the car. “Another bottle of that vintage champagne,” she told the boutique owner with a dazzling smile. “And wrap up the silk scarf for my friend, Delilah. Poor thing needs cheering up while her fiancé rots in jail.”

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

I open my eyes and I see the Eiffel Tower, all lit up since it was night time in Paris. “Oh! Oh my… ohh it’s just, it’s…” I felt tears coming, happy tears. No one had ever even remotely done something THIS romantic and I didn’t think anything could beat the hot air balloon. I’d been to Paris a couple of times for court cases but I’d never had time to do the tourist stuff. I was trembling, almost faint. He held me from behind, tightly and moved my curled hair away from my ear. “This is just a taste of what I can give you darling. I can share the world with you. My world, and I want to … more than anything,” he says, kissing my neck.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

"I have a confession to make first. Out of the guys I've ever had sex with that was the most amazing and most passionate sex I've ever had." "Would you like to know why? It's because we didn't just have sex, miss, we made love. If your Enzo was in love with you, it would feel like that. Hopefully, you won't go to him for this matter. I don't like to brag, but I'm pretty good." "No, please brag. You've earned it. We should get going, though, before Pierre shows up. Will you help me back into my dress, please? I need to try and fix my hair."

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Surrounded by beauty and romance and historical places that were in fact more beautiful up front than they were in the pictures. "Bienvenue a paris mon amour," (welcome to Paris my love) Noelle Screamed in delight at this and jumped into the arms of Alexander kissing him senselessly. "I take it you love the surprise," he asked and of course she nodded you could have taken her to the beach and she still would be grateful because that is the type of woman she is. "How did you know that I wanted to come here for our honeymoon?" and he smiled at her.