Big Trouble In The Big Apple Mga Nobela at Kwento

The new place wouldn't. And where would I go for walks now? What if the squirrels in this Brooklyn weren’t as dumb? What if someone else peed on my trees? What if I forgot the way back? With a heavy sigh, I curled into Lilac’s lap and stared out the window as the skyline shifted around us. Everything was changing. But at least I wasn’t going alone. The new place didn’t smell like us. Not at first.

No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave. I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these fucks to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it. There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This shit made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted fuck in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

Apple is in trouble. “APPLE!” I bellow, as my face starts to twist, the silver chains burning. “APPLE!”

“I was about to go to bed. Can you leave now that you have seen me?“ I could not keep on arguing with him when he seemed so free. I still had a class to attend the next day. Dave looked at me, and I could see his Adam apple moving up and down. Was something wrong with him? “Big Brother? Is there something bothering you?“ I asked him with concern. Why did he look so out of place? The man pursed his lips before shaking his head. “I just feel like my house is so hollow suddenly. Can I share your bed for today?“ I was stunned. My eyes opened wide as I looked at him. “Brother? You know that is inappropriate. And you are a big man! You can't be scared of your own house. Go back to your house…” I c

I can here the dried leaves, breaking. At the back of a huge tree, I saw to men… fighting? I don’t know if I’m slow or they’re just too fast. I can’t keep up with their movements but I’m sure their trying to hurt each other. Both men are topless. What are they doing? Are they boxers and they’re training right now? Or did they argue about something and ended up punching each other? What should I do? Should I stop them? They could kill each other due to the intensity of their fight.

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

I turned around and stared out the huge windows of his office, looking down at the thriving city of NYC. I always felt good when i acquired a new company but this one was different this one was the pinnacle of everything i had been working for over the past ten years. I heard commotion outside his office and turned around to find the man in question had barged in through his doorway, my secretary came chasing after him. “Sir, you can’t go in there,” she was trying to say, her voice and eyes panicked.

Valerie Hernandez "So... how's my car doing?" I turned to Andrew who slides next to me. I put my food down then swallowed. "About your car, I thought that it is not that bad like probably a day everything will be settled. But I was wrong, your brake pads are broken so it needs to be changed and I don't think today or tomorrow is done."

Scarlett's POV “That was crazy,” Spencer said, kicking off his shoes. I wrapped my arms around myself, groaning as I turned up the heat. “New York is something truly out of a movie, because why the hell did we almost get mugged on a random ass Thursday?” He chuckled, undoing his buttons. “Welcome back to the big apple, little sis.” “I'm sorry about your wallet though, I'll get you a new one,” I said, plopping on the couch as I massaged my temples slowly.