Big City Nights Book Novels & Stories

“I’m in Room 502. Miss Carraway, are you here?” He had taken the initiative, so Vivian could not possibly force him to meet her at the booth now. She had no choice but to bolden herself and go upstairs. When she pushed the door open, he was standing by the window. He turned and gave her a dry glance when he heard the sound of the door opening. Then, he returned his gaze to the window and spoke slowly, “I can’t shake the feeling that this city’s like a monster. It’s benign enough during the day, but it comes to life at night. It lures you in with its myriad of colored lights and swallows you whole, trapping you in eternal darkness.”

She could only pray to the heavens that they quickly send someone to save her it at least show her an escape route. She hoped that William would descend from the sky and bring her away from this terrifying hell. But... The sky outside the window had turned completely dark and the rain had already stopped. She had no idea where she was right noW. How could Williams find her? - It was simply wishful thinking! Finally, the business car got off the highway and drove towards a big city that was famous for its entertainment industry, Crim city . Although this city that was close to New York, it was not as prosperous as the big city and is often neglected. It was still famous throughout the countr

Lucan's POV Fireflies of the night The city never slept, but it sure as hell forgot. That’s what I told myself every time I walked these streets, head down, coat collar high, pretending to belong. Steel towers. Glass storefronts. Concrete soaked with old stories no one cared to remember. The pulse of it all, loud, fast, numbing, kept most wolves from paying attention to what lay underneath. But tonight? Tonight, the city felt... off. I stopped in front of a corner store that had long since closed down. Neon still flickered above the cracked window. The metal gate was halfway down, like it couldn’t decide if it was protecting something or giving up.

Chapter Nine Zariah’s POV The city glittered as if mocking her. From her penthouse balcony, Zariah Ambrose could see the heartbeat of New York pulsing below, taxis like veins of gold, towers lit up like promises carved in steel. It looked steady. Eternal. But she knew better. Empires didn’t fall with noise. They fell with whispers. And tonight, the whispers were closing in. She wrapped her robe tighter, phone pressed against her ear. Her assistant’s voice trembled on the other end.

Emily’s POV I follow the coordinates Zach sent me, ditching my car a few blocks back so no one can trace it. Even though it’s the middle of the night bleeding into early morning, Detroit is still wide awake. Neon lights flicker all around me as I weave between groups of partiers, loud bachelorette parties, and a street drummer pounding away on the corner. The city pulses with energy, but I slip through it all feeling like a ghost.

Night had settled over London like a soft, dark velvet, smoothing out the jagged edges of the day. The city hummed faintly beneath them, the distant rumble of traffic, the occasional flash of headlights cutting through the dark streets, and the muted conversations drifting from open windows. From the balcony of their penthouse, Amara and Liam watched the lights flicker, each one a tiny promise in the vast expanse of the night.

She was the middle child of the three younger siblings and was, by far, the least hostile of the Onasis women. The cover over her book seemed entirely inappropriate for one so young, with a pirate rending the bodice of a swooning socialite. Her large circular glasses glinted when she turned the page. "Is it true that in the capital, they have lights that never go out, even in storms?" "You mean bulbs and the wonders of electricity? Yes, Eventide City does indeed have them. Such wonders line the sidewalks, even light some of the better-kept homes." "Interesting," was all Dahlia had to say on the subject before her interests were snatched up again by whatever was on the page before her.

"I'm having a tour with Lucas, he promised to take me round New York today before we leave for Los Angeles" "Why him?" He spat "he doesn't even reside in New York, so why did he offer to take you on a tour?" He came closer to me and sat down; ignoring Baron who was staring at us as if this is fucking telenovela "Let me take you on the tour. New York can be a dangerous city if you aren't familiar with the environment, and I can bet that friend of yours isn't familiar with anything in New York, he's going to end up getting lost"

“Only two more blocks.” “I know where Burger Queen is you goof.” Emma chuckled. They turned a corner and were in the Burger Queen parking lot. The parking spots nearest the dumpster housed two vehicles. The vehicle closest to the dumpster was a brand new, pearly white, full electric, full a.i. 2067 Mercedes G Wagon. Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic.

As he walked to his computer, he read the note, hearing Janice's voice as he did so. Hey B, Thank you for everything. I have a job now (working at a bookstore, of course) and an apartment I'm sharing with a couple of other girls. It's so weird being on another coast, with a different name and a different life, but I like it here. It's so different from New York, but also the same if that makes any sense. Getting here was quite an adventure, but maybe not as big of one as what we just went through, haha.