Brick Lane Novels & Stories

"Sure. Let's go." Preston led her down to the B1-level parking garage. The lighting flickered, and the tips of his ears turned pink. A low-profile black Bentley pulled out of the bustling city center and headed toward Silverpine Ridge on the outskirts of Avenlith. Briella leaned lazily against the car window. The breeze of the late afternoon carried the scent of soil and blossoms, refreshing and soothing. Sunlight filtered through the window, dancing over her soft, tousled hair. Her beauty was dazzling, almost too much to look at.

All throughout the way Brielle tried not to seem awkward but it wasn't working. She noticed they were starting to enter the richer side of town and she looked out the window in awe as Delilah did the same. Killian looked over his shoulder a few times as he watch the girls look at the different restaurants and stores. They reach his complex and as he opened the door for both of them they strained their necks to look up at the building. Killian threw his keys to the valet man and lead the girls inside. Brielle's eyes widened as on the inside behind the receptionist was a big gold plaque that read KR Inc. Ironically Killian had his own hotel and apartment franchise within his business and he ha

The morning air in Brickell was filled with the smell of saltwater. I stood on the sidewalk outside the glass tower that housed Aegis Zenith Holdings and smoothed my charcoal-grey skirt suit. The fabric was Italian silk, but it felt like a straitjacket. Three weeks ago, my fingers were stained with oil. Now, they were manicured, a soft, pink

“Only if you’re up to it, but there’s something I’d really like you to see.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The building Kim guided Ava to didn’t look like much. It was a non-descript brownstone located on a reasonably busy street in the town’s small business district. The lettering on the glass storefront read “Bright Light Community Outreach.”

Nathan managed to say, pointing at the office building. Brixlee felt disappointed. Why had she even asked in the first place? "What about your address? You know that, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope. "Yes, 16, Georgie Alley down... Brightwood Road," he stammered. Brixlee couldn't help but believe him. The address sounded too accurate to not be true. She brought out her phone and checked the map for the address and surprisingly, it was on the map.

my voice rips out, strangled, uneven, like it’s being squeezed from my lungs. “She’s fine,” someone says, maybe Brick, maybe a guard, maybe God. I focus back on Lili. Briana walks briskly, moving back to the boutique with Lili clutched tightly to her chest like a precious porcelain doll. Her head is buried against that tatted neck, her tiny fists clutching Briana’s shirt like a lifeline. I lift a shaky hand as if to call them back. “She’s just getting the little one out,” Brick says softly, not meeting my eyes. “It’s not good for her to see …” His tone is heavy, the kind that carries unspoken fear, and his words hang in the air, unfinished.

Brynne watched the car speed towards Central Park instead of the airport. Was this some kind of joke? Why would Luke want her to go to the iconic park with her luggage? She patiently waited to reach her destination before voicing her thoughts. The car reached 57th Street, and she frowned at the luxurious skyscrapers on Billionaires’ Row. Why was she here? Brynne couldn’t wait any longer. She turned to Grant, who was busy talking to the chauffeur.

MAGNUS The mansion was bustling too loudly. I wasn't one for noise, but we were expecting visitors, and there was no avoiding the servants rushing around with preparations. My office was at the far end of the second floor, where no one dared interrupt me without good reason. That was why I looked up sharply when my door opened without a knock, and the scent of jasmine and cinnamon reached me. I didn't need to see her to know who it was. Still, I lifted my eyes and found Lydia standing in the middle of my office, wearing a summer dress that revealed far too much of her delicate figure.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

“Where exactly is this new branch opening?” Selina leaned back, her gaze precise as ever. “Bridgetown. In Barbados.” My breath caught — a quiet flutter in my chest. Of all places. But I didn’t say anything. Just offered a nod I hoped looked neutral. Selina tilted her head slightly. “Anything the matter?" I shook my head. "Not at all."