Switzerland Novels & Stories

A violinist breaking an arm would be a disaster. “Well, it’s insured.” He says, wiggling his fingers in front of me. “I think we’re just gonna grab one last hot cocoa or so and then gonna go home.” We’re gonna work when the sun is down so it all plays out perfectly. “I would not mind a hot cocoa with some whipped cream.” “We call it in Switzerland Schoggi Melange and it’s just the most nostalgic thing to me. When you’re in the mountains and you’re skiing, you’ve got to get a Schoggi Melange.”

“remember Charlotte, don’t ever underestimate your speed, you’re faster than most people” She runs toward him with all she has, Jeremy tries to slide only, it wasn’t what she was aiming at, charlotte jumps as high as she can and with her left leg she touches a tree for support and taking three twirls in the air she uses her left leg and as fast as she can, she hits him hard on his neck with her right leg. He falls with a thud on the ground his hand blocks his forehead from coming in direct contact with the ground. Charlotte smiles and with a no grace at all walks toward a tree.

He once said that he wanted to have one garden strawberry. Suddenly I wanted to taste the immediate, squeezed milk straight from Switzerland. I was accompanied by green grass and beautiful mountains. Is Germany far from Switzerland? Ouch, the child is too elite. Poor Mommy, who has never been abroad and doesn't even have a passport. So, how is it possible that we will taste freshly squeezed milk in Switzerland? You calm down, baby, we can go abroad because your daddy is a foreigner. And your brothers will be a lot of foreigners. I should be proud to be the mommy of my foreign children.

"Europe?" "Switzerland," Stellan corrected smoothly, as if he were reading an itinerary. "An elite, highly secure boarding academy in the Alps. It caters to young women of immense wealth who require discretion and... distance. You will remain there until the media heat dies down and the transition of the estate is finalized."

“In Switzerland.” Lynn’s mind raced, grasping at straws. “A watch,” he blurted out, the first expensive, Swiss-associated item that came to mind. “I was looking at… Patek Philippe. In Geneva. I wanted to… to get you something.” He forced himself to look up, to meet Caius’s shadowed gaze, hoping his face conveyed a semblance of sincerity. It felt like trying to hold up a house of cards in a hurricane.

Danny stood up, a disappointed look on her face,”you are no fun at all” she added and sulkily walked out while aurora gave out a loud chuckle as she watched her go out. “Silly” Aurora muttered to herself. On her table was a picture of Liam, smiling as she picked it up and hugged it. “I miss you champ” she said to the picture and closed her eyes. How she loved the little boy. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The time was seven pm in the evening, aurora just got off work and when she came out of the hospital. A black maybach was parked directly in front of the hospital and she could already guess who it was.

Chloe As I was about to make my escape, the alarm suddenly blared, and to my surprise, instead of the usual water, paint sprayed from the roof in a myriad of colors. A mesmerizing blend of hues cascaded down, captivating me as they merged seamlessly. I instinctively kept my head down to shield my eyes from the paint and silently thanked my lucky stars that my bag was made of leather. Suddenly, hands gripped my waist, and when I glanced up, I found Hayden staring back at me.

“Switzerland? Mountains? Lakes? And they have science museums and observatories? Can we really go?” “It would be just for a short time at first,” Elara said gently, watching Kael closely. “But it’s a big trip. A long way from home.” “I want to go!” Liam said excitedly. “Please, Mom? Dad says we could see places we’ve only read about.” Elara hesitated, but seeing how happy he was, she agreed — on the condition that it was strictly a visit, nothing more. The Trip The first week in Switzerland was magical. Liam was fascinated by the snow-capped Alps, the clear blue lakes, the modern science centers, and the international school the

Don't pull out phones. "They don't know us here," Lucian says quietly. "Is that possible? After everything?" "This is Switzerland. Not America. They mind their business. Respect privacy." He squeezes my hand. "We're just two more tourists to them." We buy supplies at the general store. Bread, cheese, wine, fresh vegetables. The shopkeeper speaks broken English, smiles warmly, doesn't ask questions. Just rings up our purchases and wishes us a pleasant evening. "That was normal," I say, walking back up the mountain with our bags.

—says Aida. —She's crazier than us, isn't she? —adds Aitor, still pretending to read the book. —You're absolutely right, Switzerland will be more fun than you two think, you'll love this country more than you have any idea, I assure you that. —Does she know everything about us? —You'd say almost everything, there are two things she doesn't know. —Leaving aside Cansu's death, what's the other thing this chick doesn't know?