City Light Book Novels & Stories

May kalayuan ang apartment ko rito pero ayos na rin ito, hindi na rin naman ako nakakapag exercise lately. I should be home pero hindi ko alam kung bakit mas pinili ng mga paa kong magpunta rito sa burol (hill). Ever since I was a kid, city lights became my comfort. I remember noong grade six ako, tumakas ako ng bahay para lang pumunta sa burol at makita ang liwanag ng syudad. Hindi ko alam kung ilang minuto o oras akong nakatitig doon. I have so many things to do at home pero I really want to relax first.

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“His name is Zaine. His brother’s name is Jermaine. I guess Zaine is our age.” Victoria sat down in shock. “No freaking way? That tall guy? I thought he was an older teen. Like eighteen or something.” “Guess that means you can’t judge a book by its cover.” “Well, no shit. Michelle looks nice but underneath it all she’s a spoiled little bitch.” Demi smirked but bumped into her friends shoulder. “Be nice.” “Ok fine.”

He thought about the city as a different attending condition from the coastal village and the market town — the attending in the dense place, the light filtered by buildings rather than arriving directly from the sea or the field, the everywhere-at-once replaced by the between-buildings light, the quality of attention that the city required. He thought: the city has its own light. The city light is not the coastal light and not the inland light. The city light is the light that has passed through the dense place to arrive. Thomas met him at the library entrance. A man in his mid-forties — the librarian's careful face, the face accustomed to quiet, the face of the person who had watched eleve

It had been years, but nothing had really changed. I pushed open the door to Lightning’s office and stepped inside. The room was just as I remembered: dark, cluttered, and filled with the scent of leather and tobacco. Lightning followed me in, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, and eyed me warily. “Alright, Lily,” he said. “Start talking. What kind of trouble are you in?”

He was right — I never should have cared in the first place. There was nothing left to care about even then. I cut ties with every company chat group without a second thought. As the sky began to lighten, I made my way home but ran into Marvin at the elevator. He glanced at me like I was nothing, scorned, and quickly looked away. "Spent the night here mulling things over? Come to any realizations?" I hit the elevator button, my voice dripping with indifference. "Yeah, I've had an epiphany. I'm done."

The city twinkled below, but in Liam’s light blue eyes, it was already aflame with strategy, danger, and inevitable ruin. *** Hey my loves! How was the chapter guys? Do follow, comment and share your precious. reviews. It makes my day fr. Love you all! Mwah

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

She was the middle child of the three younger siblings and was, by far, the least hostile of the Onasis women. The cover over her book seemed entirely inappropriate for one so young, with a pirate rending the bodice of a swooning socialite. Her large circular glasses glinted when she turned the page. "Is it true that in the capital, they have lights that never go out, even in storms?" "You mean bulbs and the wonders of electricity? Yes, Eventide City does indeed have them. Such wonders line the sidewalks, even light some of the better-kept homes." "Interesting," was all Dahlia had to say on the subject before her interests were snatched up again by whatever was on the page before her.

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.