Romance Paris Novels & Stories

"Do you know who that is?" I glanced toward the man. "No." "That's Alexandre Laurent." The name meant nothing to me. I shrugged. "Okay." Maya stared at me. "Okay?" "Yes." "That's all you have to say?" "What am I supposed to say?" She looked almost offended by my lack of reaction. "He's—" "Handsome?" "Very." "Then we're in agreement." She laughed. "You're impossible." I took another sip of champagne. "I came to Paris to stop thinking about men."

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.

"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."

“Did I mention the wine was called Louis when I spoke with you on the phone?” He tried to recall. “No.” “Weird! How would Francis know that’s the name then?” “Perhaps… someone else mentioned it to him before or he’s seen it on the TV?” he guessed. “No way! The packaging was written all in French. A person who doesn’t speak the language wouldn’t have recognized it even if they’ve heard of it before!” He gave this some serious thought. “Francis is a strange character. He’s been living among the poor lower class for years but there’s this calm and cultured elegance in him. He’s not like your Average Joe.”

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

I sprayed my YSL perfume, recoiled my hair, and went outside. Slate stood outside my door, The moment his eyes met mine, his breath hitched. “I guess you don’t know where the dinner table is,” he said “I don’t know where anything is,” I responded “I’ll take you on a house tour tomorrow” he replied “Isn’t that a little too much?” he said I looked at him from head to toe and a look that screamed “really” He held out his hand for me to grab it and I did “Such a gentleman,” I said

The city hummed with a vibrant energy, a palpable sense of history and romance that permeated every cobblestone street, every ornate building, every whispered conversation. Every corner held a story, every street exuded a timeless charm, and every glance Julian sent her way, every touch, every word, amplified the magic tenfold. Their first morning in Paris, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains of their bedroom, Julian had woken her with a gentle kiss on her forehead, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down her spine. "Get dressed, sweetheart. We’re going out." His voice, a low, husky rumble, was a promise of adventure, a prelude to a day filled with wonder.

I couldn't wait to explore its romantic streets and vibrant culture I had only seen on the web and in magazine pictures… we got to the black SUV parked outside and a blondie human got out from the front seat… she was wearing a short body hugging floral dress that showed off her huge cleavage and pear shape. "Welcome to the city of love, Paris, Mr and Mrs Smith… my name is Camille and I will be your personal tour guide for your stay here. Please hop in the car so that we get going to the hotel," she said in a bubbly tone while checking out my husband the entire time. Blake nodded with a straight face, while I scoffed at her antics… she wasn't the first female I had seen try to flirt and get B

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

without waiting for an answer he brushed past me. “Woah, Where are you headed?” “Paris, to break a man's legs” “Oh lord! Damien stop!” I yelled jumping in front of him. “Nothing is going on between the both of us, we just met for business” “In a romantic city?” He asked, jealousy creeping into his voice. “He lives there, Damien; where else would we meet? Besides it was just a question, I do not have a Lover” “So you want one then?” I chuckle “What?”