Chapter Two: Geneveve Piqoud Is Taken The red dress her mother gave her, flowed and shone, catching the light in a way that made her gleam. This was not a happy moment for her, exactly, as her father, Lord Piqoud, was having her married to Lord Ghamboles - a union that she didn't like at all. But to be in this dress, tonight on her 18 birthday, put her in t...
Paris, France February, 1915 It was cold, bitterly cold, as I turned up the collar of my overcoat and walked out of the embassy into the gathering gloom of the late afternoon. On impulse, I decided to turn down the little side street that was so familiar and visit Marcel's again. I hadn't been there since my return to France a few weeks earlier, and I fou...
Shari and Kate saved all junior year for the trip. Extra shifts at work, fewer frills at home. No new clothes. No spring break trip. By the end of the school year, they knew they would have enough by the end of summer, and so when August came, they were on a plane to Paris and ready for two weeks in France. It was glorious, a perfect trip for two twenty-one...
I hope you will excuse my English, as it is not my native language. This is my first submission. I hope you'll at least find it a bit intriguing. The story is, believe it or not, all true... I was an ugly kid when I was young. Six feet tall at the age of 14, I just grew another inch the next five years. I had not started filling out my frame. A 14 year old...
Why is his name green eyed monster? Eason, from the Caribbean Country side from Kingston his dad was half French, and his mother was full blooded Jamaican. He had eyes that match the seaweed of the warm Caribbean waters of his native home; he had been living in the states for 10 years now. Eason was 23 years old at this time. And he didn't come from money...
Tom was in his hotel bathroom getting ready for the conference he as due to give in a couple of hours. Standing in front of the basin and its giant mirror, buttoning up his white shirt, he was thinking back about the wild night that had just passed, and remembering the long story that had led to that wild night. Ten years ago, when he was a young lecturer i...
A French Independence Day The cheering crowd still haunts my dreams. All her life she held her head so high; after all, she was of royal birth. Now it had bowed, to the blood-crazed mass of onlookers who once cheered her arrival. The guillotine had taken my queen, but not my devotion. The Place de la Revolution was stained blue from the blood of the nobles....
Note: This story has very little sex and this chapter has none. ***** Janice adored Yvonne. Though they were only cousins they were as close as any real sisters could be. Yvonne was older than Janice by only two years but she was almost half a foot taller and much worldlier than any other twelve year old Janice knew. In every way she could think of she lo...
Fourth volume of Kira s adventures Kira is a mature but still very pretty French woman who had always been fascinated by India. At last, she had the opportunity to visit the country with her husband Dan. They were invited to an Indian wedding in a wealthy and influent family. They met there the Prince Kyrhan who decided to show Kira all the aspects of the l...
Ten years had passed since I graduated from the Conservatoire national supérieur de musique et de danse in Lyon. I was a rising star in those days. I finally had a commission to write a symphony, from the The Orchestre National de Lyon. But even back then I was plagued by the distracted temperament that was to become such an obstacle, later in my life. I nee...