The Parisian Novels & Stories

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.

I shake my head with a smile. "No, I wouldn't." "She has a mind of her own." Adrian replies with a shrug of his shoulders. Turning back to them, he continues their discussion. I don't want to be engaged in their conversation, I just want to stay on my own for now. The beautiful city is all I need to keep myself busy, the aesthetic trees, infrastructures and fashion houses along the road are indeed splendid. One thing I've been hearing of Paris is their love for fashion and their great taste. We've passed about eight fashion houses so far.

It’s been four days since we came to Paris and four days without any proper rest, I am roaming around the City with Isaac and sometimes together with my best friend Ryle and Hannah. My body couldn't feel the tiredness when we were outside but after we come back to Isaac’s place I feel like my energy got drained to the point that I don’t want to move anymore. We’ve been to Louvre Museum a historic landmark in Paris, France. We also visited Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris the finest examples of French Gothic architecture. We’ve been also to Musée d’Orsay another popular museum in Paris. Isaac and I enjoyed visiting places like museums, we love seeing the arts, it gives you the feeling of the ar

,he winked and waiting for our answer for which he got positive response from Xavier. But my heart and mind stuck at the word PARIS PARIS.... PARIS...... PARIS..... PARIS is said to city of love, city of romance, but in my life it is said to be city of hell, city of regrets. Thinking about that place itself bringing me goosebumps on my body. "Jasmine....jasmine, are you kk??...kid what happened can I know the answer... Is it kk with you starting it from paris??",Mr.Leo asked with concerned face by shaking me from my thoughts and that idiot is watching me with confusion in his eyes.

The rooftop restaurant sat high above the Seine, offering a breathtaking view of Paris as it shimmered under the night sky. Soft candlelight sat across the polished tables, its glow catching in half-filled wine glasses while the city buzzed with life around us. The restaurant had the most romantic setting in the city. It was perfect because I wanted to show Lauren she could have everything she wanted.

Charles and Fiona later strolled about the vibrant streets of Paris, the neon lights painting the cobblestone roads a colorful glow. The city had been turned into a shiny, romantic labyrinth, and there was an air of possibility of new experiences. They had been relishing the coziness of their quiet night, but now things had to be livened up.

“Juliette.” Ryan shook it. “Ryan.” Juliette gave a soft laugh. “I know who you are.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Do you?” “I do,” she said playfully. “But I’d like to know more.” He leaned back. “I’m not sure there’s much to know.” She tilted her head. “We’ll see.” The car drove through the scenic streets of Paris, passing famous landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. Juliette glanced out the window, then turned to Ryan. “Have you ever been to Paris before?”

Chloe exhaled softly, pressing the diary against her chest for a second before shaking her head at herself. “God… women really are dangerous when we start associating intensity with desire,” she muttered under her breath. Then, after another lingering pause, she opened the diary again, turning the page carefully to read the next confession. ______ Episode 63 – The Frenchman’s Flat The City of Light was a symphony of late-summer dusk, the sky a bruised violet over slate rooftops as Claire’s taxi navigated the narrow, cobbled streets of the 7th arrondissement. Jet-lagged and pleasantly adrift, she watched the Parisian world blur past, elegant women with baguette

I laughed. “Yes! I know so many of them. Private ones. And guess what? None of them are owned by Kieran so you don't have to be scared. You should mark your scent on a guy's bed.” I laughed harder. “Lana!” “I’m serious. You are in Paris. You can’t just stay in the hotel.” “I really have to go,” I said, smiling. “Okay, okay. But remember something.” “What?” “Paris is about love and sex. Don’t waste a single second.”

He shut the door and walked around to his side. Paris. I turned my head slowly to look at him. “Wait.” Nathan didn’t look at me. “What?” “You’re not joking about the Paris thing, are you?” “No.” “So we’re actually going to Paris. As in France. As in Eiffel Tower, croissants, people kissing on the street Paris.” “Yes, Aria. You’ve never been to Paris?” “Might be hard to believe, but yes, I’ve only been to about 3 countries my whole life,” I replied.