Romance Paris Novels & Stories

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

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.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

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?"

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.

Three days left. I sat at my vanity, staring at my reflection. Long black hair, perfect makeup, the diamond necklace Clarence gave me… all of it so perfect, so false. My phone buzzed again. Another photo from Seraphina in Paris, this one of her in Clarence’s arms in front of the Eiffel Tower. “He said only the romance of Paris is worthy of me. This is more exciting to him than any of your anniversaries.” I ignored it and contacted my advisor at the vampire bank.

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.

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

I became desperate. “You’re a Pari.” As he told me, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Pari means Angel? Am I an Angel?” As I enquire, he shook his head in response. “You are, without a doubt, my angel, but Pari does not mean angel here. Many years ago, when I was not even born, there was a group of a few women who used to fight for and support underprivileged people. They were kind and caring, almost like social workers. One day, God blessed them with superhuman abilities that were superior to those of vampires, witches, and humans. They became immortal, and people began referring to them as Paris.” It felt like I was listening to an interesting story, but it was a reality of my life.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, and all their worries and fears faded away as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kiss was tender and intense, each movement of their lips perfectly synchronized. Liam's hand rested on her waist, pulling her in closer, while Penelope's fingers ran through his hair, exploring every inch of him. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private moments.