Boulevard Novels & Stories

In response, he revved up his engine, the car vibrating from the force coming out of the engine. He looked at the dashboard of his own car, a yellow and black-painted modified Chevrolet Camaro SS, capable of reaching wonderful speeds in so little time. Despite not knowing the other driver from anywhere, he knew they were about to drag themselves into a race they didn’t know about. Broussard Avenue was a well-arranged district in their town, with perfect symmetry achieved in the arrangement of the houses; the road right in front of them ran on for over three kilometres without bumps.

"Maybe that's just a modus operandi, huh?" Zekiel shook his head. "I'm not what you think I am. I was just going to ask where F Boulevard is." Roxas The old man looked at him again. "Are you on Roxas Boulevard? Cross over. It's faster on the other side if you take a taxi," he said.

'I'm hungry,' I mind linked Ash bored more than actually hungry but then again I am always hungry, 'for waffles.' I could hear Ash giggling through the mind link but she didn't respond. Huffing laying on my bed I tried again, 'Ash I am bored what are you even doing that has taken you away from fabulous me?' More giggles and still no answer but someone else did answer me which was a growling Brendon. Wooh what did I do wrong?

It took us a while to get to the ball, especially as we were a few packs over, but eventually we made it. It was already an hour in, maybe an hour and a half. I stepped out, taking Micah's offered hand. "Me lady" he bowed, making me giggle We walked in, the entire place was guarded, but the hallway itself looked gorgeous, the intricate designs of the golden ceiling, the white roses laid out in vases. I couldn't even imagine how good the ballroom looked. "Ready?" Micah whispered I nodded, tightening my hold on him slightly The doors were opened and we were met with a grand staircase.

Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on. If Hails’ my advisor, then Roman is my General. All my armies are his. Malachi is equally important. He is young, but he’s the one who keeps all our shit together. The eternal student handles every penny to the Vlademyre name and monitors every investment made by our clan. Clans and Families are different. Sort of immediate family versus cousins and others with several degrees of separation, if not linked to us by marriage. Any way, despite being the youngest, and possibly the most flamboyant vamp I’ve ever met, Kai keeps our businesses at pretty high gains.

Willow turned her head, looked over, and saw Louis and Larissa chit-chatting with the Bouchers. ‘The Bouchers, one of the aristocratic families of Bassburgh. It’s also the only family that can match the Goldmanns.’ Willow thought about something, bit her lip, and walked over with a smile. “Aunty, Louis…” Both Mrs. Boucher and Yael’s gazes were fixed on Willow. Meanwhile, a hint of annoyance flashed across Larissa’s eyes when she saw Willow approaching them without any proper introduction and interrupted the conversation between her and Mrs. Boucher.

' So I sighed before clearing my throat and lifting my fist to knock on Maze's door. "What are you doing here?" Startled, I looked at Maze who's standing just a meter away from me. He's holding a pack of cigarette in one hand and a pack of mule on the other. He looked pretty wasted and I can see him still trying to keep his straight face. If I wasn't there a while ago, I will easily believe that nothing's wrong with him and he just wants to do his vices but then again, I am glad that somehow I am able to read through him. And I know that he's not okay. He just needs someone to remind him that it's okay not to be okay.

He grabbed her hand and started walking, making her confused. "Where are you taking-----" "To buy you a dress." He turned around and answered her with a wink, making her blush like a fool. ___________ The ride arrived at Rue des Rosiers, in the Le Marais District. It was a narrow street lying in one of Paris’s oldest and most vibrant districts. The street was full of tiny bakeries, falafel stands, vintage shops, and hidden courtyards. There was so much street food; people were lined up for falafel, laughter bouncing off the stone walls.

Beatrice gripes as they walk along the sidewalk in the Faubourg Saint-Honoré district, checking out the beating fashionable heart of Paris. If Fifth Avenue is the heart of NYC fashion and Rodeo Drive the heart of Los Angeles, they were here in Paris’s heart, seeing the best the city has to offer. They were supposed to be here to get inspiration for their next show which is

As Dev’s train pulled into the crossroad that evening, the beautiful mouth-watering aroma of a delicious curry floated in through the bars, one that immediately reminded him of home and of his mother’s cooking. His taste buds tingled as it strongly brought to mind that divine, crispy, golden bhature and tangy chole masala he had two weeks ago when he had visited his mom. There were many households in that area and it was hard to pinpoint where exactly it was coming from, that is, until, the train stopped right across Bhoomika’s house.