Book Reviews Los Angeles Times Novels & Stories

Ciara encouraged and she smiled. The sun rose gently from the east across the city. The streets of Los Angeles were busy with human and commercial activities, from Griffith Park, the largest park in the country where the Hollywood sign was hosted, to Venice Beach and to the tall beautiful buildings that decorated the city. It was a beautiful Wednesday morning. Jack arrived at his office more punctual than the previous days. He responded to the greetings of some of his staff, ignoring others as he made his way to his office. It's been three days since the night he spent with Karen, but she still occupied a major part of his thoughts.

Jonathan didn’t have a retort to that and bent his head in defeat. Lucian walked toward the window. Downtown Los Angeles looked like a toy city from up here—glittering, hollow, unfeeling. He wasn’t a man who romanticised this place. He wasn't mesmerized by this city's lights even as a kid. He didn’t fall for city lights or the skyline’s cheap magic. LA had never set his heart racing. Very little ever did. But today, something caught.

“Well, you told me I couldn’t go back to the bank. I can certainly champion such a cause for better monitoring of the weather. After all, you’re developing things here to improve them.” Andrew gave her a bright smile, then bent his head and kissed her lips. “So I am. That sounds like exactly the kind of thing that needs your attention.” As they continued to walk, Evelyn began to feel the storm’s impact keenly. Despite it’s relatively small size, particularly compared to New York City, Los Angeles was still a vibrant place, with a unique urban character. Between the movie studios and the normally fine weather, it was home to some exceptional and sophisticated restaurants, hotels and other ent

Flashback '22 June, 2021 13:11 pm' Jason sighed, glancing at the digital wall clock as he waited for his mother on the dining table at his house. Los Angeles, the big city that everyone loves to talk about, is the second most crowded in California. Being born in the city of luxury and fame, indeed is an experience of a lifetime but every rose has its thorns. Being too exposed to certain things could create chaos in anyone's life including the private one.

The city was soft in the hour before dawn. From the penthouse balcony, Celeste could see the sprawl of Los Angeles stretching endlessly west, lights flickering out as the night receded. It felt quieter than usual, like a hush that follows a storm that never quite made landfall. She sipped her tea, the mug warm in her palms, and let the memory of the televised interview replay in pieces. Arthur’s restless eyes. Priya’s calm voice. Her own words, spoken without script or spin.

He hands it over once more, me punching in the numbers to the man that led this town to shit. “Angeles” the voice comes through cold. But it’s not the voice I want to here. “Where is he?” I growl into the phone to my dear sister. “He’s busy, can I leave a message?” “Where. Is. He?” “Busy. You know, keeping East Angeles from not collapsing” “Seems like its already collapsing sis on you guys’ side” “Phoenix is doing perfectly fine. It’s LA you should be worried about” she sang into the phone, me honestly not having time for anything of it.