The Parisian Romane & Geschichten

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Liam, Lukas, and I had been in Paris for two days. We have already visited tourist spots, including the Louvre and the Eiffel tower. Lukas is staying in another room, citing the fact that he doesn’t want to step into our room with us in a passionate embrace.

It was breathtaking. But none of it was as breathtaking as her being in his arms again, holding him, just being together. She had barely been with him an hour, and already she was praying that they would never be apart again. * The Paris that they flew over, the Paris of 1789, was in so many ways similar to the pictures of Paris she’d seen in the 21st century. She recognized so many of the buildings, the churches, the steeples, the monuments. Despite its being hundreds of years old, it looked almost exactly like the same city of the 21st century. Like Venice and Florence, so little had changed in just a few hundred years.

~Alyona~ We reached Paris, “the City of Love,” because of the romantic atmosphere it exudes. The City of Love isn’t just a random nickname given to Paris; it’s the perfect description. Anyone visiting the French capital would provide for all the romantic vibes they find there.

Aiden wasn't her driver after all. Aiden entered the car and ignited the engine... Soon the car was set in motion... Noticing the awkwardness in the car, Aiden tried initiating a conversation. " What do you think about Paris so far? " He inquired as he drove... " Well... It's okay... " " Hm... Do you know what Paris is known for? " " Yep... It's known as the city of love. It's even said that couples who meet each other in Paris get to stay together for a lifetime. "

The luxurious penthouse overlooking the glittering Eiffel Tower was bathed in soft golden light from crystal chandeliers. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the iconic monument sparkling against the Paris night sky. The air carried the faint scent of expensive perfume, polished marble, and the distant aroma of rain on Parisian rooftops. Genevieve Laurent, a 24-year-old French heiress, stood trembling in the center of the living room wearing only a sheer black negligee, her heart hammering with dark, shameful anticipation.

The city was stained with pink and gold, bathed in the dull light of the sun that disappeared before meeting the greenish waters of the Seine River. I just sat at the table where the gentle waiter with reddish cheeks suggested with a gesture of head, and absorbed the most banal behavior that pedestrians on Rue des Francs Bourgeois had. Someone laughed next to my table, and I realized how strong the Parisian accent was, differentiating them from the other French.

Paris muttered. “What do you mean, miss?” “I’m canceling the table,” Paris whispered to the waiter, slipping fifty dollars into the pocket of his vest. “I was never here.” Without waiting for a response, Paris turned and walked quickly—almost running—out of the café. She put her sunglasses back on, lowered her head, and slipped away before Matteo or Rose could turn toward the door.

Gary, in his three-piece suit and a fresh haircut, looked simply delectable tonight. "Why?" Brittany asked, turning to face him and leaning on the rails, returning his gaze. "Because Paris, was the first big city, in all of Europe, to have street lamps." He replied, joining her at the rails and leaning over them, smiling calmly at her. She looked at him in amazement, "Really?" She asked. His cologne smells like lavender, with a deep masculine musk. "Yes," he answered, his smile widening, "Gas lamps, of course, but for a 19th-century metropolis, not too shabby."

Paris is like an ongoing perfume sample. Everything smells…good. Even the alleyways. In Lansing you'd find a lurking pee odor, which sticks in your nose for at least three blocks. No, Paris's scent is subtle. I pick up hints of freshness here and there as we walk the streets. It's like visiting the mall and ebbing close to the perfume counter occasionally. Even in the crowded city streets where bodies crush together, and in other places where a hint of body odor usually hangs in the air, it is roses and jasmine.