Switzerland Novels & Stories

Sophia groaned, rubbing her stomach in a tiny circular motion. "If Sof isn't going you know I'm not going to. Third-wheeling you two would be gross." Max quipped. "Hey! I've been third-wheeling you and Sof for as long as I can remember so this shouldn't be a problem," Alina chastised, calling him out on his double standard. "That's different. You don't even realize that Zion is staring at you half the time. It's like the poor guy has tunnel vision and all he can see is you," Max said with a tsk'ing sound.

Olivia sighed drinking from her glass of water. "Pierre isn't interested,” Gena shrugged. Apparently neither was her. "Chris thinks he'll pierce my gut or something like that, it's not that his cock hits his knee or anything like that, but it's serious,” Helena commented with annoyance. "I didn't even know that was passible,” Abbie said still confused. They all turned to see Louis and me. “What?” I asked abruptly making Louis laugh. “They already gave their opinion, babe. Now they want to know if you practice it.”

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

I chuckled. He clearly didn't like my joke, since his face was so serious. Looking into my eyes he exhaled, running his hands through his hair, “tell me, where are you going to stay?” “Switzerland, Uncle Ben and Miss Amore already picked out a place for me.” Wide eyes he said, “Switzerland….” He added waiting to know exactly where I would be. “Geneva, it's just 6 hours drive from here,” “It's not too far then,”

I asked what he was going to do and he said, “I am going to put my hand on your waist and hold you close to me. At some point, my hand will travel up your body and is going to stop here." and he pointed to my chest. He said, “I'm not going to go under your shirt but I will be squeezing a little. Is that ok?" I didn't really understand why but I nodded.

“Sounds charming.” “It’s not a house of bones, Toby,” I said, leaning over the map. I could feel it already—the structural signature of the place. “It’s about the framework. The internal support. If she’s who Aristhine says she is, she doesn’t just build with stone. She builds with the life force of the mountain.” Switzerland was a shock of verticality. After years of the horizontal expanse of the ocean, the Alps felt like the world was standing up to greet us. We landed in Geneva and were immediately whisked toward the Valais canton in a blackened armored SUV.

The border between Switzerland and France had once been a line on a map, invisible to the naked eye and crossed at eighty miles per hour. Now, it was a physical barrier of rusted cars, concrete k-rails, and desperate men with mismatched rifles. Without the digital "Schengen" protocols to manage the flow of people, the continent had fractured into a series of city-states and lawless "Grey Zones."

Zürich, Switzerland, is familiar to everyone. It is a country often nicknamed Heaven because of its mountain scenery. It is also famous for its vineyards and many valleys that spoil the eyes. Angelica Gabriella Christopher, the second daughter of Kenneth Christopher and Queenzella Perrson, the owners of a wine factory that is very famous among the old money, was born in this beautiful place, blessed with a perfect body, a gorgeous face, and a brilliant brain.

He wanted to surprise her. He had already started planning the next step. Switzerland. A place Sophia had once mentioned in passing when they were talking about dream destinations. Snow-covered mountains. Glass lakes. Quiet luxury. A place that felt untouched by chaos. Dante remembered everything she ever said, even the things she forgot. He had called Martin personally. “I want the best planner,” Dante had said. “No mistakes. Intimate. Private. Perfect.” Martin didn’t ask questions. He never did. Within days, arrangements were moving quietly across borders. One of Dante’s rooftop restaurants in Zurich was being transformed into something that looked less like

Olivia said. "By the way, are we only going together?" Olivia asked. "Who else would you like to go with? This is a honeymoon, not a family vacation," Zayden replied irritably, making Olivia chuckle. "Yes, well, Mr. Grumpy," Olivia chuckled. It didn't take long for the helicopter to enter the city of Lausanne. This place has more stunning scenery than Basel, but both are charming. "I've lived in Switzerland for a long time, but I'm just now learning about the beautiful places in Switzerland," says Olivia.