A Brooklyn Story Novels & Stories

New York. Brooklyn. Thursday. 12:34 AM. ​The air in Brooklyn always felt different than the air in Manhattan. It was heavier, more grounded, smelling of wet asphalt and woodsmoke rather than the sterile, metallic scent of high-rise power. Scarlett sat in the passenger seat of the black sedan, her fingers digging into the leather upholstery as Xavier navigated the quiet streets of Boerum Hill.

Brooklyn explained "We brought cars you dumb" Brandon said "Trust me not all of us will get it , besides all of us can drive right?" Brooklyn said like it was nothing "Game on" "Help me bring the ice box here" A couple of guys followed him "Why aren't you going?" I asked Morris "You two can't get off from each other huh?" Joan asked and I pushed Morris away "He's the one who cling to me" I said blaming him but he sticked to me again "You both look good together" Lauren said and I turned to her disbelief

“Just sit on the damn couch and tell me what your problem is.” Squeaking, she obliges—however, not on the couch but on the chair before me. I blink multiple times at her smile. “Please, stop that. It’s weird.” She reels back, chortling. “Guess what?” I purse my lips and tilt my head. “What?” Her smile falls off. “Brooklyn not being here made you such a cranky grouch.” Her words sting, but I don’t show it. “Brooklyn viewed my status.”

"Welcome home, our goddess of the battlefield!" My border reports had won national acclaim and a Pulitzer nomination. That evening, I returned to my grandmother's old apartment. As I left the grocery store downstairs, a little boy chasing a soccer ball ran right into me. My groceries went flying. I lost my balance and started to fall backward... A strong arm wrapped around my waist, catching me. I looked up into a pair of deep, gray eyes.

Deadly in a fight, fearless in the line of fire, but absolutely, completely whipped when it came to his wife, a tiny Filipina who could bring the giant to his knees with nothing more than a disapproving look. "No problem. Just don't get yourself killed by your wife," Giovanni said dryly, remembering the last time Fakhry had tried to bring home a stray. It had been a mangy cat, and his wife had made him sleep on the couch for a week. There was a pause, then: "On second thought, Boss, forget it. It's Brax here who won't shut up about wanting company." "Idiot!" Brax shot back, his Irish accent thickening with indignation. "You're the one drooling the moment you see a pair of legs in heels."

The immigration officer assured her that everything would be finalized within two weeks, and she finally let out a breath of relief. As she got into the car, another post from Rebecca popped up on her feed. This time, Matteo was partially in the frame. The two of them were holding hands, touring what appeared to be their new home. The caption confirmed it. They had just settled on a house in Southborough Heights. Evelyn liked the post, just as she had done before. On the third day, she went to the office and officially resigned. When she returned home with her belongings, she checked social media again.

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

"I haven’t explained myself by kneeling in front of anyone. But I begged by kneeling in front of your father, I said hun dont blame me; but he didn’t listen." Tears rolled in Aaron's eyes, but he won't let his tears come out. "Okay! But you didn't find it strange that you still haven't caught my sister's murderer. Why?" "You're a mighty mafia, yet you couldn't find your wife's murderer. Aaron, a game has been created around you. This can’t be the work of an outsider, but it’s the work of your close one; otherwise, you will not fail in finding your wife's murderer. "

I sat on the sofa, angry, because of what I discovered. Axel intended to see Stella the day he left me before something unexpected happened, but he was unable to approach her because he saw clearly how Stella betrayed him. He noticed Stella kissing another man in her condo, and what surprised him, even more, was that the man Stella was kissing was none other than Liam, Axel's brother.

Louis knew his junior very well. The older man finally sighed and smiled. “Did you eat so late that you got sick to your stomach? Shall I order some food here?” Alain finally looked back at Louis. He felt grateful that his senior did not pressure him to tell the story. Honestly, he wasn’t ready to talk right now. In a situation like this, he was grateful because Louis was the first to meet him. His senior was very understanding of his condition even though he didn’t tell him anything. Perhaps it would be a different story if he met Brielle. The girl surely would force him to spill everything. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she couldn’t read the situation sometimes.