Brick Lane Novels & Stories

“Bran, I want to ask you something.” “What is it?” “Did you mean it? What you said yesterday?” Yesterday… Bran took a second to remember what it was. “I didn’t say that! Matthew did!” Bran said. “Still, was that true?” Bran took another second to consider answering this. “Yes. I am just astonished by your beauty and elegance. You are very energetic and friendly. I really wish that I… That I could d–date you, or something.” Bran stutteringly said these words to Cecilia and was incredibly embarrassed.

[Brielle’s POV] I walk down a busy street that is surrounded by stands filled with all types of things. There is the woman who runs a bakery just down the street selling her latest creations. A fisherman offering the freshest of catches. A woman and her small child are selling stained glass ornaments for your home. And even a butcher selling sizzling fresh meat. It’s a peaceful sight that blends in with the buildings sitting on either side of the street and the sparkling ocean just in the distance.

. One day, a few days later she found her answer. She met her love, her true love, Brixton. Brixton was riding his favorite horse in a field near the Duke's mansion. He has seen Helena walking to the school house and back home. If you can call it that. Since no one seems to care about Helena, well would you call it your home? Perhaps you still would or perhaps you wouldn't. In fact, they both attend the same school house. The school house has seven floors. First floor is for the Kindergarteners, the second is for the first and second grades and so on. The highest level of grades in this particular school house is seventh grade. After graduating from the Grammar School House everyone goes on

She ignored Kenneth in his wedding suit and spun around to rush back. With the last of my strength, I ripped off the token of love Lilian had once given me and hurled it at her.

Sean pulled up to a Brownstown on the outskirts of Lincoln Park near Park West. The home was a Queen Anee’s greystone. There was a small courtyard surrounded by greenery and shrubs which were mostly covered in snowfall. In the center of the courtyard was an elegant bronze fountain. Brayden led Meredith past the stone bench seating in the stone plaza courtyard up the steps to a small porch. He paused and turned to Meredith and gave her the most simple yet passionate kiss he had to date. It was full of meaning. He pulled back and looked intently into her eyes.

"Got a shift to finish and all that." Brick nodded in agreement. "Yeah." he said, "I should go see if I can find the sheriff." "Sheriff Tillman is about three blocks from here on Turnpike Road," Layla informed him. "You could walk or take your bike, but it isn't that far just turn right on Hedgemont Ave, and the building's right there." "Thanks," replied Brick this time owing her a bit of gratitude. "Don't mention it," replied Layla with a smile knowing she'd used his own words to her at that moment.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Alex winks. I smile and turn my head towards the window. Strange that I feel Alex's gaze on me even after that. Maybe he's looking at the window. I push the thought away and enjoy the fresh air and the smell of freedom. My eyes fall on the colourful graffiti designs on the brick walls across the street. There are a lot of abstract faces, shapes and interesting paintings. I wonder who made them. Brick Lane seems to be an interesting place. Bricked old houses, multiple shops, and more graffiti designed walls sprint past me and disappear in thin air as the car takes another turn on a quieter road. The knot grows inside my stomach. We will be there soon.

“We can check if I smell Auri though.” He nodded, making a left and a quick right. We pulled up to a brick building. The neon sign ‘The Blood Oath’ with a wine glass pouring a drop onto a scroll was dark and unlit. The doors were closed and there was no one out front. I got out and looked around. I walked to the front door and then looped around back to the alley. 'I don’t smell her.' Cato chimed in. I nodded and came back to the Jeep. Bryan was still sitting in it, looking at his phone.

I had walked this street so many times I knew where the pavement cracked. Three blocks from the subway, turn left at the coffee shop where the barista always spelled my name wrong, past the dry cleaner with the hand-painted sign, and then there it was, the brownstone with the black door and the brass knocker shaped like a lion's head that Julian had picked out and I had pretended to like. I stopped half a block away and stood there.