Boulevard Novels & Stories

The sky over Elaris was the color of wet steel when the car dropped Evelyn at the Cross mansion. Morning sat on the marble steps like frost; the fountain in the front courtyard coughed thin ribbons of water that sounded colder than they looked. Staff held the door, faces polite and blank, and she moved through them like a shadow.

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.

Tonight, however, this place held a strange aura of foreboding. The Citroën swerved left now, angling west down the Park's central boulevard. Curling around a circular pond, the driver across a desolate avenue out into a wide quadrangle beyond. Jim could now see the end of the Tuileries Gardens, marked by a giant stone archway. Arc du Carrousel.

said the man in front of me with a smile hinting at his mouth. “Miss Brooks?” Louis repeated tightening his arm around me. "Sorry for the delay, just today the streets decided to collapse,” Matt said rushing to our table before stopping to see Louis and his arm around me. “What’s happening?” "That's an excellent question,” I finally said looking at each of the men around me before looking at Mick for help. And as if knowing that I needed him, Mickey nodded towards me and began to walk decisively until he reached where I was in a matter of seconds.

"Let's go meet our Mom." •the end•

The same ones he used to pass by in his customary early jog. “Good morning,” he initiated by waving at them. They waved in return, and said “good morning.” “People are so friendly here, aren't they? Do you know them personally?” asked Tessa. “It's the normal greeting. I do it to everybody, to friends or acquaintances. It's for me . . . to feel good.” “Amazing how you look at it that way,” she commented. They jogged along the entire stretch of the park passing by the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir on the right and found the north exit to Cathedral Parkway underground. They took the exit, and then directed themselves toward Broadway Street. They continued jogging along Broadway Street to

I looked at the beautiful bouquet, "This is for me, right?" The smirk was still plastered on his face, probably enjoying the flaming of cheeks. "Yeah." He answered, giving it to me. He took my hand, and we headed out of the mansion. I'm sure we both heard Sheila say, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, and we both know there's nothing I wouldn't do!" That was followed by a loud laugh full of humor. We were in the car when I asked, "I love the flowers by the way."

48 As we walked together, Adrian kept talking about Lubbock. I, on the other hand, just listened—completely taken by him. “Broadway Street is what some people call ‘Obligation Avenue.’ It’s the heart of Lubbock, no question about it. Some are here to make a living, others to chase girls. You’ll find everything on this street—from mosques to nightclubs. But the best part is, you never feel alone in the crowd. Stop a stranger and say, ‘Hey, I can’t carry this,’ and they’ll help you. No questions asked.