Romance Paris 소설 & 이야기

"True. Paris does most of the heavy lifting in the romance department." The word "romance" hung awkwardly between us for a moment. Thomas cleared his throat. "Mia, enjoy your night.." "Thank you, Thomas. You too."I said. The elevator arrived with a soft chime. "Goodnight, Thomas." "Goodnight, Mia." In my suite, I changed quickly into comfortable pajamas, the elegant green dress carefully hung for packing tomorrow. As I completed my bedtime routine, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:

] Pierre: [How simple? Paige replied, [Tell her how you feel. If she doesn’t accept you, just take her by force. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s just prison time. You have no right to say you love her unless you take jail time with pride. It’s only three years. You can profess your love to her once you get out. If she still doesn’t feel the same way about you, you can still go for the same method.] Pierre did not know what to say.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

God she smelled so good. I went back in and followed her directions to a very seclueded restaurant. It was cosy and very romantic. I opened the chair for her and she blushed, "fuck... you have to stop." I laughed shaking my head, " what?" The waiter arrived and we ordered. With me asking for a Creamy Ranch Bowtie Pasta Salad, it was an easy summer dish. She ordered some greens and we started eating. "So.. what does Paris love.." "Besides her job?" She asked and I nodded my head.

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

“Not everything that looks like love is worth wanting.” I met his gaze again, my pulse betraying me. “And not everything that looks like control is worth staying for.” The silence stretched before Esrael finally broke it with a chuckle. “But be careful, Alyona,” he said, winking playfully. “The more romantic they are, the more they like to… explore.” I knew exactly what he meant. I’d heard the stories—Paris, the city of love and lovers, where affairs were more common than apologies.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

,he winked and waiting for our answer for which he got positive response from Xavier. But my heart and mind stuck at the word PARIS PARIS.... PARIS...... PARIS..... PARIS is said to city of love, city of romance, but in my life it is said to be city of hell, city of regrets. Thinking about that place itself bringing me goosebumps on my body. "Jasmine....jasmine, are you kk??...kid what happened can I know the answer... Is it kk with you starting it from paris??",Mr.Leo asked with concerned face by shaking me from my thoughts and that idiot is watching me with confusion in his eyes.

That smirk—God help me—could melt glaciers. “You think red?” I asked, holding up the dress. He walked toward me, reached for the gown and held it against me with a knowing nod. “Absolutely. Paris is about passion, fire... romance. This one screams all three. And also—” he paused, dragging his eyes down my body slowly “—you’ll look ravishing in it.” I flushed, fidgeting with my hair. “Well, you don’t look too bad yourself.” He laughed, pulling me into a gentle hug. “Only ‘not too bad?’ That hurts.”

Cassian wrapped his arms around her, looking into her eyes with tenderness. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Emeraude," he said softly, his voice filled with love. Emeraude smiled, feeling blessed to have found someone as special as Cassian. She leaned in to kiss him gently, feeling enveloped by the warmth of their love. As night fell over Paris, Cassian and Emeraude continued their walk through the City of Lights, getting lost in the maze of narrow streets and picturesque squares. They shared laughter, deep conversations, and moments of pure happiness, knowing they were embarking on a journey together that would last forever.