Big City Nights Book Novels & Stories

No wonder, I’m being called names, oh God, I really am I gold digger. “Everything will be fine, I just need to take you to see my parents and the board of directors at the company and all will be good, Capiche.” Ethan reasoned. “ Capiche? I’m not going to see your parents! I don’t think you understand, I’m just a secretary in an almost bankrupt company, nobody knows me. I like that nobody knows me, and now I’ll never be able to buy hotdogs on the street or have silent walks in the park or even take the bus without being started at - best case scenario, I’ll never know peace again!!” I erupted and he flinched, now I felt bad, this wasn’t his fault alone.

She liked to keep secrets and build suspense, even if it was just for her pleasure. "Quite the view, isn’t it?" Elizabeth said, abruptly and kissed the old man’s hands for a show which made Eddie smile. Eddie gazed out at the city; the mega skyscrapers, the giant apartment buildings; the businesses, the waterways cutting through sections of the city filled with boats that teetered back and forth, the lush green mountains that hugged the city in their embrace, wrapping around them like a blanket of forest. "Yes, sweetie," Eddie acknowledged, "it certainly is something. It's a shame it'll be burned tomorrow in Thailand. I'm guessing Shawn Richmond is one of them."

Isn't Chase home to have cautioned her and ordered her to go to bed. "Hello Linda. Are you still awake?" Bella asked. She yawned and stretched her hand. Her daddy had coaxed her to call Linda. She probably would have been sleeping already. "No, Bella. Big girls don't sleep at the same time chicken sleeps" Rosalinda responded, causing the little girl on the other end to giggle aloud. "That means I am a big girl too. I was still awake when my daddy came to give me a goodnight kisses" Bella chimed. If sleeping late means one is a big girl, she's definitely a big girl now.

Even a child. Especially a youngster. Damien's Point of View The night was long and cold. I sat by the window, gazing out at the metropolis that had once seemed like mine to command. Now it felt like hostile territory. Rachel had poisoned everything, including my name, legacy, and past.

The whole city was asleep except for the occasional car horn drifting up from the streets below. I pushed open the sliding glass door to the terrace and stepped out. The night wind hit me immediately, cool and sharp, tugging at the oversized T-shirt I’d borrowed from Kylie’s drawer. I walked to the railing, gripped the cold metal, and looked down. The city stretched out like a glittering map of secrets, lights pulsing in slow rhythm. For a second I could almost pretend I was normal. Just a college girl who sparred too hard and studied too late. Not the girl who’d been kidnapped, lied about her identity, slapped a mafia underboss, and was now technically a guest in his brother’s penthouse bec

Chapter 1: The Night's Embrace pieces—shattered hopes scattered like glass. Every day felt like a balancing act on the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could send her tumbling down into the abyss. The dim neon lights of *The Velvet Throne* flickered as she pushed open the club's heavy doors. The night was just beginning, but the air was already thick with tension—heavy with perfume, cigarette smoke, and the muted beat of bass-heavy music. The stench of liquor and sweat clung to her skin as she slipped behind the bar, wiping her palms on her worn apron. Another night, another round of faces she didn’t want to remember.

The city never slept, but it did have moments when it held its breath. Nights when the fog came early and thick, swallowing streetlamps whole and dulling the roar of traffic to a distant, underwater hum. Nights when the pavement glistened with recent rain and the buildings stood like silhouettes of forgotten giants. Nights when something old—something tooth-and-shadowed—stirred behind glass and steel. Charlie had always liked these nights best. They felt honest. No one bothered pretending the city was safe when the fog rolled in. The shadows lengthened, colors bled into each other, and every darkened alley whispered a story.

I’m betting that fuck-off of a brother didn’t even tell her to stay away. “Yeah, I do. Is she there? I’ll talk to her.” Betty hands the phone over. “Hey, Callie. It’s Mel. I’m sorry to get ahold of you this way but I had no other way of finding you.” “What’s going on?” “Work has kept us really busy. Lots of late nights at the office,” she says, and I know what that’s code for. “In Thorne Hill? This is my town and—” “No, in Chicago, but we need help. The books, are um, more complicated that we thought.” She can’t go into more detail with Betty standing there. “We need help.”

She was, however, more affected by the room Tabitha had just stepped out from than finding Tabitha. ‘How can she step out of that room?!’ During the family dinner last night, Bianca had overheard Donald's father talking about the room Mr. Graham was staying in. Initially skeptical when Donald mentioned Silas Graham being in the hotel, she eventually confirmed it from his father. While searching for her sister in the hotel, she decided to check the floor where Silas Graham's room was located. Part of her hoped that she might bump into the famous bachelor of State Z or catch a glimpse of his face. Instead, she found her sister coming out of his room.

It would be our only window—a fraction of a second to detach a eighty-pound iron press, throw ourselves into the dark ditches of the outer suburbs, and vanish into the urban underground before the corporate eye could register the drop. ​I looked down through the iron grating at the dark, blurred horizon ahead. The stars were beginning to fade, replaced by a low, massive dome of amber light that stained the southern sky—the unmistakable electronic glow of the capital city. ​The sixth edition was already riding the crates above us, but Chapter 123 was ending, and the final intersection was rushing toward us at sixty miles an hour.