Boulevard Novels & Stories

“A special recipe to change your destiny. Bouche du Mer….” Celestine grinned. “Sound great!”

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.

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.

The car window rolled down, and Selena’s face peeked out. “Trish, what a coincidence,” she said sweetly. “Our weddings are on the same day and apparently even on the same route. I saw online that when two brides meet, they’re supposed to exchange bouquets. Look, I made this one myself. Isn’t it pretty? Let’s exchange bouquets, shall we?” She held up the same cheap plastic bouquet from my previous life, waiting eagerly for my response. My gaze lingered on her, my feelings a storm of complexity. I had gone out of my way to avoid her this time, yet somehow, she still crossed my path.

She realized she'd never laughed this much in a day since. No, she wasn't going to think of him. After about close to an hour, they were finally at their destination. He'd driven them to Boulevard* where LA's walk of fame was located. After finding a spot to park his Porsche, they finally got out and set down the sidewalk where terrazzo tiles used to design stars with brass borders were embedded about every two meters they walked.

I can’t even see the stars because it is so bright. When I realize that I am almost out of gas again, I stop at a small roadside station and quickly grab some before heading in. The next stop is Las Vegas Boulevard, also know as the Las Vegas Strip. The minute, I start to drive down it, the congestion is so horrendous that I must pull over and wait it out, because there is a parade going on in the middle of the street.

Here's the address, Brambila estate, 7th arrondissement, Paris. Hope to see you soon and congratulations once again'

"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.