Romance Paris Novels & Stories

I said "Let me make it up to you"He said as he kissed my neck raising my gown up.I felt his hand touch my pants.I turned nervously to face him and he kissed me and I reciprocated.He lifted me placing me on the counter as we kissed.I was wet already.He raised my dress , pulling it over my head.I was braless so I was left with only my panties on.His lips went to my breast as he sucked them making me moan.I gasped as his hand went to my private area taking my pants off and I felt his finger inside me.I held him tight as I moaned.The pleasure was so intense. "Geez , Kingston......."I moaned

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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.

“Surely, you’ve planned that, at least?” Armani turns to me then, his expression unreadable. “I was thinking Paris.” Something flutters in my chest, unexpected and unwelcome. Paris. The word alone conjures images of candlelit streets, the glow of the Eiffel Tower against a twilight sky, lovers strolling hand in hand along the Seine. It’s ridiculous. This entire marriage is an act, yet for a split second, the idea of Paris—the lights, the air, the sheer romance of it—makes me feel something real.

Princess Cecilia: Its okay, its okay, Get up, stop crying (she attempts to get her up but she doesn't respond) Anita: (crying) What would I tell my father back in Cassgrande? (At the gate) Paris: You didn't have to do that Paul: But I did anyway, the only way I can truly be happy is if i'm with someone I truly love and that's you. Paris: She's gonna h@te me now (sighs) I'm clueless Paul: (he kisses her forehead) You'll be fine Paris: I need to get back to the bakery

he said. “I’d love to go to Paris. But I can’t just skip work,” she said after thinking. “I can look into that and get you some time off.” “If you could then, yes,” she said. “I’d like to go to Paris.” * The Paris charm was endless. From the French to the streets, it carried waves of romanticism that Sasha had never felt before. It was indeed the place for love and fairytales. All she was missing was a man whom she loved and who truly loved her.

Alexander’s voice interrupted. She smirked and turned on her seat. “So, when we are going to Parris.” She questioned him. Paris? Are they going to the most romantic place in this world? But why? I wonder what she would do there, going with an unromantic person to the most romantic place—a terrible combination. A smile came to my face, and there he caught me. “Is there anything funny, Miss Marshall?” I pressed my lips to stop my uncontrollable thoughts. “Nothing important. It’s just Paris is the most romantic place, and I wish you both luck in spending a good time together.”

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.