Big City Nights Book Novels & Stories

She had to remain extra cautious—she had no idea if her enemies were lurking nearby. She took a deep breath as the taxi pulled up near the JAM Liner terminal. As soon as she stepped out, the heat of Manila hit her immediately. The scorching pavement and the restless crowds were overwhelming, yet none of it could calm the pounding of her heart. The city was not unfamiliar to her—the shouting, the chaos, the constant noise. But now, every sound felt amplified, like an alarm ringing in her ears. It had been over a month since she left, and she couldn’t help but compare the quiet, peaceful province to the suffocating atmosphere of the city. Already, she was certain—she would rather live in the p

After providing Amelia with a glass of water, he returned to his tasks. She waited patiently until it was eight in the evening. Dickson, after a full day of work, finally completed his tasks. His work ethic was distinct—he either stayed completely away from work or devoted himself wholeheartedly when engaged in it. Dickson straightened his posture, standing tall in front of the expansive floor-to-ceiling window that provided a panoramic view of the city at night. The city, renowned as the "City of Hope," was aglow with dazzling lights, resembling a sparkling treasure city.

Sarah was surprised to learn that he bought the house himself a long time ago and had an architect redesign it to his taste. Chicago wasn't the finest city worldwide even though it had so many rich tourist centers and was the best big city in US. Richard seemed to have special interest in the city largely because it was the first place that his grandfather had taken him to for vacation during his younger age. When he grew up, he bought a house here and would occasionally visit here with the old man.

I've heard of girls making thousands of dollars in just a night with a politician or celebrity in a private room I've also heard that Wet Nights was a place where pain turns into currency and every single move you make to a client can even earn a Ferrari from them. I've heard that ladies who work at Wet Nights are freaking wealthy now. Wet Nights is currently the talk of the town and now, standing before me is the club’s main enforcer and dealmaker—they call him by the name, Bishop. This is a dream come true for me…meeting Bishop has been one of my greatest prayers. Bishop collected a bundle of cash from one of his men, tossed it gently onto my lap, “This should silence you.” Bishop mumbled

Nicholas stood up and carried her to his car. Patiently, Nicholas fastened Kimberly's seatbelt. He gazed at Kimberly for a while before driving off. The city was not quieter at night than during the day; in fact, it seemed busier. Many nighttime entertainment venues livened up the night. It wasn't uncommon to see people pulling over by the roadside to vomit due to excessive drinking. Most young people in the city enjoyed going out at night for entertainment. Only a few stayed home and didn't get caught up in the scene.

Richard sat at the edge of a wide window that allowed to him to see a yawning view of the city of New York. Skyscrapers loomed in the backdrop of the gray and ashen city, and just down below, he could make out the heads of the twenty-thousand odd people that regularly walked that road, either going, coming… never at a place. New York. The unsleeping city. It was one of the things that he admired about his quaint, little, overcrowded city. The heat, the bustle, the smooth flow of business. It was so easy to get conned here. It looked easy to make it here, but that was just it. Looks.

Blinking my eyes repeatedly, I saw what looked like a good hiding corner ahead of me. I hastened my steps towards the corner, as the cold rain feel intertwined with the heat emanating from my skin. “There she is.” I heard his voice closer than before. Panicked, I ran as fast as I could, screaming for help frantically. “Help!” As I made my way in the dark of the night, I bumped into a tall stranger. My hands inadvertently felt his abs. The rain tightening his shirt against his body, making his features more visible. I couldn’t make out his face, but he was hot, and I wanted him.

said Mark triumphantly. Aileen knew it was a joke, which she appreciated because at least Mark was joking with her instead of arguing like he usually did. That night, they were stargazing on the balcony outside the living room on the second floor. Mark's apartment was certainly a first-class suite because the view from the room there was really beautiful at night. Below us was a sea of cars that looked like little colorful dots of light, moving as if there were no night. Yes, NYC is one of the busiest cities in the USA. Nightlife is also inevitable there. Many people still make a living at night in discotheques and factories with night shifts. It is a city that is busy twenty-four hours a da

Enough to disappear. Her gaze drifted toward the small window. Outside, the city loomed, indifferent to her existence. If she stepped beyond the walls of this hotel, there would be whispers. People waiting to pounce, to throw questions at her, to drag her through the mud. She had no future here. She couldn’t stay. She needed to leave. And the first step was securing a new identity. Luckily, months spent in the business world meant she still had contacts who could make that happen—for the right price.

I blinked raising my head and staring at him. "We are going to dinner at that new restaurant. Mexican one, remember?" I nodded my head suddenly remembering the last and I mentioned it to him. It was a bit away from the crowd and looked absolutely cosy. Who wouldn't want to go to a place like that in a busy city? "You got us a table there?" I asked, my eyes widening a bit. The restaurant was always crowded and required pre-booking. "Yes. Now get ready we are living in ten minutes" My face brightened at the prospect of eating Mexican food. It had been a while since I went to dinner with Ashton. He was always busy with his work and I was busy with my stuff. Pretty much weekends were our thing.