A Brooklyn Story Novels & Stories

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.

Brooklyn isn't sad because something has happened to Smith or the baby—those eyes are drowning and shedding tears because something has happened to Killian. "Where is he?" I breathe with my heart thundering painfully against my ribcage. Brooklyn doesn't hand me a reply, and I put more force and authority into my tone. "Brooklyn, eventually, you will have to tell me what has happened. You can't keep this away from me, especially if this is about the man that I love." More tears fall from her chin. Her makeup is smeared over her face, and her hair is tied in a ponytail. When her eyes find mine, they look haunted and in deep anguish.

I affirmed. "But, what really happened?" "Are you sure you want to hear the truth?" He asked with a skeptical look on his face, that only piqued my curiosity. I nodded. With the release of a long breath, he began while I listened with rapt attention. "As you heard, I got into an accident about twenty five years ago. I had a major fall out with my brother that resulted in him threatening my life, I ignored his words, brushed them off as empty threats..." He let out a humourless chuckle and continued.

Brooklyn said with a warning. "And if Ella hears a word about this, you're dead meat" Brooklyn said to Brenda who promised to keep everything a secret. With a beaming smile, Brenda walked to the class and sat down in her seat. Brooklyn spent the next few hours with his friend Jack whom they both left school and went clubbing. They both drank to their heart's content and left for a casino where they both spent lots of money on meaningless bets. When it was dark Brooklyn drove home roughly with Jack in the passenger seat who screamed most times when Brooklyn drove too fast.

The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm. Taking his sword, I blended into the shadows, leaving the alley behind. * Two days have passed after the fight and I finally reached the remote beach on the outskirts of New York City. A lonely black horse was gazing into the horizon. Upon sensing my presence, he trotted happily toward me. “Long time no see buddy,” I whispered the words when he snuggled into my shoulder. “Take us home.” I sigh, climbing onto his back and holding tight. Picking up speed toward the water he gradually lifted us in the air. Galloping now through the thick haze just above the dark waters.

I was just starting to drift off when I heard the front door creaking. My breath caught in my throat as slow, deliberate footsteps echoed across the wooden floor behind me. ***** (Damien's POV) People call me ruthless in business and disciplined in demeanor. Damien Delacroix—the heir to a powerful legacy, the man who closes deals with a handshake and leaves no room for error. But beneath the tailored suits and practiced smiles, lies something far more volatile. A storm I’ve buried so deep it only rises when the world threatens to slip from my grip. I glance out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, Manhattan glittering beneath me like a treasure chest. The city is alive, pulsing and hun

I am still trying to recall what happened just a couple of minutes ago. . "HE KISSED ME"

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Here she was being all scared of her brother and yet having a good feeling about a complete stranger. Shortly after, Andrew came down stairs and said his goodbye before leaving with Quinn. After a few minute, her parent gave her a spare key to the house before leaving for work. Finally she was alone. To be honest, she felt she couldn't breath whenever he was around. She didn't understand or like the feeling of being afraid of her brother. She didn't like it, but she hope to get over it soon. She picked up her spare key and put her jacket on then she was off to explore New York city.

" Kindly help me with a glass of very cold water " Bryan ran as fast as he could to get Shane the glass of water he ordered for, but on his way, due to rush, he missed his steps and immediately, the glass of water fell from his hand and landed on the floor and broke into pieces, with Shane falling on the broken pieces of the glass . Instantly he screamed ... " Ooouch ! "