A Brooklyn Story Novels & Stories

The silver moon, however, took notice of the tunes of the bell and rose from behind the traveling clouds to light up the sky and send silver ripples across the Isis as the rain began to fall. *************************************** The Carter's home was nothing, just two rooms with a tiny kitchen and a bath, the third floor up from the street overlooking a small drug store in the West Alley neighborhood. Standing on the compact porch, you could see streams of laundry hanging from balconies and a forest of satellite dishes stretching as far as eyes could see. The streets were dotted with potholes, littered with trash, and filled with smells of burnt out cigarettes. The streets were made up of

Sebastian sits back, letting the question settle. River shuffles in his seat, pondering his reply, or at least one that doesn't make him seem too over the top. "I'm a boy from Brooklyn that worked my butt off to even be in this room. I'm still finding myself, and interning at this company will give me a chance to find those other pieces of my own puzzle."

I took the call with my tone sounding at least several tones lighter than usual. “You need to get back to New York. Now.” Unlike mine, Grayson's voice couldn't be more tense and nervous. “What happened?” I braced myself for the upcoming blow. “It's about Brooklyn Heights,” he started and sucked in a shaky breath. “Three floors were completely destroyed. Ten people are dead.”

I can hear his voice breaking, I know his still torn up about what happened, and the way Luca died. I take his hand in mine, and I squeeze it, he looks down at how hands and then looks at me and I see a sliver of smile on his face. We drive the rest of the way in silence. It’s a bit of a drive, the safehouse we on our way to is in the heart of Brooklyn. No one will think to look for us there and getting what we need is easily sourced out here. The place looks like an old, neglected brownstone but looks can be deceiving. Once you enter the house it’s pimped out, all the latest appliances, state-of-the-art security system and the finishes are out of a magazine catalogue. It’s a three-story h

Jake It was a beautiful night, the sky was crystal blue the moon and stars were out. It was calming. Buti rarely noticed things like those, i didn't have the time to watch stars. Am sitted on the rooftop of club Ice, i can still hear the music from up here.. I took a sip of my burbon as i held the glass between my fingers looking out at the city. New York is like a different city at night and its the best view from up here.

Lord vilante raised one corner of his lips and laughed disrespectfully to see how noora's attempt to break free, only to inflict further injury on her own hand. "Hey, you! What do you mean all this, let me go!" he cried at the very sight of Marco vilante. "Never, have I told you that you are in your hell?" said Mr. Vilante. "I have no problem with you, no reason to arrest me and treat me like this." noora replied. She truly did not know who the man was in front of her, so she courageously raised her voice before him, if only noora had known that he was a powerful mob leader in the city of brooklyn.

The moment the coffin closed above me, I was enveloped in endless darkness. I could hear the metallic lock clanging outside and my mother's icy voice, berating, "Open your eyes and look carefully at what death really is, Joe! Let’s see if you’ll talk about death so lightly in the future." My big brother, Joe Hastings, slammed the coffin frantically. "Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out."

This is NYPD! "See, " Tess smiled,"I told you they'd be here." "You were always a flaw to me!" A blow to Tess's face came in from Mr. Harvey's fist. She fell to the ground and the grenade was out of her hand. It rolled to James's feet. "I hate you!" He kicked her in the stomach harshly. She groaned in pain as she spat out blood. "I freaking hate you too, don't get all excited," she chuckled weakly with blood in her mouth.

That was one of the reasons he bullied me too much during those school days. And here I am, lying in the bed alone without any person to care. My family, for whom I agreed to sacrifice my dreams, abandoned me with his threats. I felt pathetic. Maybe I can run away as Eva did. But, I know Christian is not a normal guy to mess with. Even if I run away to New York, he will find me and ruin me.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.