Romance Paris Novels & Stories

“You are determined on keeping that romance score as low as possible, aren’t you?” He winks sexily and sips his scotch. “You bet, baby.” We walk down the street, hand in hand. This is the honeymoon of all honeymoons. I can’t stop smiling. We have eaten and laughed our way around Paris. Sleeping in, having sex whenever we want, sleeping late, drinking cocktails, sightseeing, speaking French…when it’s actually necessary. “I love Paris.” I smile. “Paris loves you,” Cam replies casually. “Let’s go home and spend the afternoon in bed.”

PIERRE DUMONT The week felt like an eternity, each day dragging my anxiety to new heights. Sending the message to Elizabeth about our weekend plans was a step I let echo in my mind, accompanied by the idea of a contract outlining our relationship—something purely physical, without emotional entanglements. I waited anxiously for this day to arrive. The Rolls-Royce Phantom glides silently along Rue de Rivoli, its Italian leather seats enveloping us in a luxurious embrace. Elizabeth watches Paris pass by the window, her long fingers tracing invisible patterns on the darkened glass. The reflection of the city lights dances in her green eyes—two deep lakes where I would willingly drown.

He wasn’t looking at anyone in particular, just staring into his glass, fingers slowly turning it in place. Still, for now, the room was warm with laughter. -- I placed my fork down gently on the edge of my plate, wiping the corners of my mouth with my napkin. I leaned slightly forward, eyes narrowing playfully as I looked across the table at Serena, who was still giggling from Raymond’s embarrassing sprinkler story. “Serena,” I said, tilting my head. “So... tell me. What’s Paris like?” She blinked, surprised. “Oh. Uh, Paris?” She smiled. “It’s magical, really. A little chaotic, but in a good way. Full of history, energy… people who think their coffee is superior to everyone else’s.”

“Juliette.” Ryan shook it. “Ryan.” Juliette gave a soft laugh. “I know who you are.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Do you?” “I do,” she said playfully. “But I’d like to know more.” He leaned back. “I’m not sure there’s much to know.” She tilted her head. “We’ll see.” The car drove through the scenic streets of Paris, passing famous landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. Juliette glanced out the window, then turned to Ryan. “Have you ever been to Paris before?”

“It’s beautiful,” Charlotte exclaimed, looking down at the view from the Montmartre. There were several other couples around them, exploring what was rumored to be one of the most romantic places to visit in Paris. “Just like you,” Xavier said, kissing her slightly. She stared at him for a few seconds, smitten but smiled back when she realized she had been staring and turned back to look at the view. When he did stuff like that, it felt too real. That nagging voice returned again, but she tuned it off, deciding to focus on what truly nattered.

Serena’s POV: The ambiance is elegant and romantic. I, a poised and ambitious young woman, sat across from my boss, Mr Vincent, a distinguished businessman. We are dining in one of Paris's finest restaurants, surrounded by opulence and sophistication. “To Paris, the city of lights and inspiration”. Mr Vincent raises his wine cup for a toast. I smiled at the gesture. “To Paris”. We clank our glasses and take a sip of champagne, enjoying the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower illuminated against the night sky.

His eyes were clear and had mischievous sparkles that lit up upon seeing Lucas. His name was Andreas Sanders. The eldest son of the Sanders family, who was rumored to be organizing an engagement ceremony in Paris soon. However, for some reason, he decided to come back when the date was already approaching. “It seems someone wasn't enjoying themselves in Paris.” Andreas grinned mischievously and stood up. “Suddenly, I missed Ashford City's traffic.” Lucas approached Andreas. He smiled in response to the friend's nonsensical banter. In a moment, they embraced.

Jackson looks over at her, horrified. “That is not dating. That is not even fucking. That is . . . épouvantable.” When she lifts her brows, he remembers his English, “Appalling.” She shrugs and confides, “That’s why I don’t date much.” “You deserve to be pursued, your body cherished, and your mind celebrated. When we fuck, my sole desire will be to make you come until you are fully satisfied, physically and mentally. I promise this.” “Holy shit,” she whispers. “Maybe you can show me your dick. Like pull over or something. Or is sex in public a felony in Paris?” She looks gobsmacked, her face vacant but her eyes glassy and full of desire. Jackson reaches over, placing his strong hand at the b

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

Besides they're so fast, I guess they are desperate to marry get us married. F*ck that word double wedding!