Romance Paris Novels & Stories

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

And deep down, the growing absence she’d given Jax hurt more than she wanted to admit. Meanwhile, across the city in the glittering heart of Paris, Emilia Romano was living her best life. She strolled down Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, shopping bags swinging from her arms—new Chanel heels, a diamond tennis bracelet that caught the sunlight like a rare valuable, and a custom gown for tonight’s party. Her driver trailed behind, loading more purchases into the car. “Another bottle of that vintage champagne,” she told the boutique owner with a dazzling smile. “And wrap up the silk scarf for my friend, Delilah. Poor thing needs cheering up while her fiancé rots in jail.”

Normal people go for pasta, not passports. She was trying not to show it, but her mind raced loud enough he could feel the vibrations off her skin. Finally, she turned to him with a slow inhale. “You’re ridiculous.” She finally stated. “Do you know that?” Dominic’s lips curved, lazy and intimate. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It wasn’t.” “It sounded like one.” Her glare softened, barely. “Why Paris?” “Simple. I wanted our first date to be unforgettable.” He replied as he leaned back on the seat, eyes locked onto hers. “And because I wanted to watch you fall in love with something new.”

He grimaced, “there’s a weird match if I ever thought of one.” “It’s weirder. Paris got it into her head, her lovers need new, fresh meat and was planning on doing something to get Ramona into their bed. I warned her Ramona is crazy but she said crazy to her means open to anything.” Cruz frowned for a moment before a loud bark of laughter erupted from his chest, reverberating off her back. “No!” “Yes,” she giggled at his response. “Good luck to Paris. I hope she can pull it off, they end up in a poly marriage and my troubles are forever over,” he snickered.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I closed my eyes, kissing him back tenderly, savoring the sweetness of this moment. When we finally pulled apart, I smiled up at him, my chest swelling with emotion. “That’s quite the welcome,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his chest. “I’m so happy, Mike. This is all so romantic.” He chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest. “Well, this is Paris. It’s a city made for romance,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “And you deserve nothing but the best, Mrs. Johnson.” His words were warm and affectionate, and I felt my heart flutter all over again.

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

There are 28 messages from my Match. I cursed loudly. The prince might have been thinking I was ghosting him. I opened them all and went to the very first message. "Hi, miss Harper. This might have been a surprise to you. It is for me as well," the prince wrote. God, even in sending a message to his future wife, he's still so polite. Future wife. I just said that. "Miss Harper? Are you there?" "Miss Harper, are you okay? I've been briefed on what's happening in your HarmonyCenter."