Boulevard Novels & Stories

She could get to Dixons Butchers, the mom and pop butcher shop where she worked at, in about ten minutes, fifteen if traffic was bad. Getting out of the jeep, Zephyra grabbed her things. She left her muddied boots to dry on the small three-by-three-foot cement square that served as her front porch, satisfied that it wouldn’t rain in the next few days. Zephyra walked inside the house, setting her bow down by the door and hanging her keys on a hook on the wall. The theme of most of the downstairs consisted of varying shades of brown and white.

"But I’m not going to walk away from this. From you." Leora’s breath hitched as he closed the gap between them, standing so close now that she could feel the heat of his body, the strength that radiated from him. His scent filled her senses—woods and musk, raw and powerful, like the earth itself. It made her dizzy, her heart fluttering in her chest.

the driver indicated nervously. "I don't get your utterances, sir," Rose let out with a confusing shrug, and the driver heavily breathed out. The young lady he hauled in his cab hadn't taken a glint of notice about his huge deed back at the traffic highway previously. "I hadn't taken the usual path, ma'am. I put up with a shortcut leading through the boulevard that was announced to be evaded for a while. I wouldn't want to say the name cause it sounds kind of creepy and eerie to the ears," the driver revealed to Rose's instant dismay.

“ she blared. **** Bode bound past the large bougainvilleas wriggling with houses girded by gates as high as a skyscraper. He bemused, speculating how people could live extravagantly in duplexes when some were diners along with dearth and insufficiency. He tried concentrating as he sped past, already lost in the daydream of living large and happily one day.

They piled into Tiana’s car with Pascal in the back, Lyn shotgun, the shopping list already open on her phone. The first stop was Éclat, a boutique tucked into the heart of Velmore’s upscale downtown district, where the streets were lined with maple trees and the storefronts glowed like polished jewels under soft evening lights. The glass front reflected the last streaks of sunset, turning the display mannequins into golden silhouettes.

Uak said and dragged Violet along with her to the tea shop a street away from the Rose Inn. “Waiter, two cups of chamomile tea please.” Uak said loudly and randomly took a seat in the middle of the shop. “Two cups of chamomile tea coming right up! Would you like anything else?” “Maybe some bread?” Violet said. “We'll have four cheesecakes!” Uak said loudly. “Okay!” Violet frowned, “Order some breads too.” “Your highness, please go with the flow. You'll understand everything later.” Violet scoffed but decided to go with the flow like Uak said.

But the Kabal seemed unbothered, not even a word until I called to meet, something was definitely up, and they knew about it. The night was heavy with anticipation as my brothers and I stepped out of our jeep and walked down the dimly lit alleyway of Aljuree Avenue towards the secret meeting place of the Kabal. Our footsteps echoed off the cobblestone pavement, drowning out the distant sounds of the city. A chilling wind howled through the narrow passage, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt his body stiffen in surprise, his muscles tensing like stone as he was taken aback by the unexpected embrace. But I refused to let go, my arms wrapped around him like a vice, holding him close as if I'd never let him go again. His fists clenched at his sides as if he struggled to restrain himself from reciprocating the embrace. But then, like a balm to his soul, my name fell from my lips: "Aria…” I whispered “Aria Marie Ashwood is my name." The sound seemed to shatter his reserve, his body loosening, his tension easing as if the mere mention of my name was a soothing balm.

Weber pushed the memories down, focusing his attention back to the busy sidewalk, back to the flashily dressed women poised by the curb, colorful, unmoving islands in the stream of people flowing around them. There would be more ladies, he knew, a few blocks away on Hollywood Boulevard, but he had already hunted there once and would be a fool to return. He was confident Santa Monica Boulevard would provide him what he needed. And just a few moments later, it did.

I explained after seconds that I take some air. She set her chin on her hand that is encircled by another hand on the table - she wanted to hear more. "I didn't tell you to stop, If you wanted to keep the information and that's on you," She said before she called the waitress. "The 12th Boulevard of Laravel street on the left they took a shortcut to West Nevada and then they proceed to run their wheels out of the hyacinth barricade after passing several districts to move at Twilight City so they hide their ass there but Roland did not give me more footages on their way to the other side," I said.