East Is East Novel Novels & Stories

’, said the talk show host. ‘Happy to be here as well. This is my first TV appearance so I am a bit nervous. Haha’ ‘You don’t nervous at all. But thank you for being a guest here. Without further ado, let’s get on what the people wanted to know about the famous book that you wrote. Mr. East, this is your first novel, right?’ ‘It is, yes.’ ‘Some critics and fans think that your book became a hit due to it is very relatable and some even suspected that this pertained to be based on a true story. What can you say about this?’

At first glance, I thought it was Urijah returning, but I quickly realized that it was Easton when he came into the moon light. “Where’s Urijah?” I asked him, needing to know that he was okay. “You just missed him.” Easton said as he closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me pulling me into him, before he says, “But you have me now to keep you company.” The touch of his flesh against my own felt amazing, and for a moment I felt myself getting lost to it, but I couldn’t allow myself to be distracted by it, until I knew where Urijah had gone. Easton’s lips now moved acrost my neck, placing soft kisses on my flesh, until he came to my mark that Urijah left, claiming me as his,

Iván and Manfred were talking about serious political issues while Alejandro and Sebastián were playing chess. Jason and Ben entered the room. They were up to something new. “Come here you two,” Manfred said. They walked towards his father. “What have you done this morning? You know it took her two hours to wash her hair,” Nina said. “No, it wasn’t for her, it was for Steven,” they both said in unison. “You two are a mess,” said Manfred, exhausted. The doorbell rang, Marry went ahead to open the door. It was Easton. A lot has changed in him, he was no longer the Easton he used to be. A strange pain could be seen on his handsome face.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

As much as he put himself at my command to help me and listen to me in what is necessary, I cannot take advantage of that. The desire to forget, to let myself go, is stronger than I have ever felt. I stop at the first gas station and fill up the tank. In fifteen minutes, I take the wheel again and head east. Half an hour later, I end up in the East Village, New York. The streets are packed with cars from side to side. It seems like a quiet area. Surely there are no stalkers, psychopaths or murderers here. I'm not meeting Ryan here. The thought occurs to me so simple.

More than wrong—strange. “Everything all right, Ms. Easton?” I asked. “Oh yes, sir. Perfectly fine. What would happen to me?” she replied too quickly, her laugh thin and artificial. Nothing about her was right. She ate fast—almost desperate—and stood before I could ask anything else. I grabbed my coat and followed her out. The driver was already waiting. “Where are we going first?” she asked, staring out the window like a lost child. “Central Park.” She nodded and pressed her forehead to the glass.

Emily POV Easton chuckled and slowly slid out of me. “It’s definitely my new favorite pastime.” He started to move away from me, and confusion washed over me until he reassured me with a light kiss on my forehead. “I need to throw the condom in the trash.” I hummed at his statement as he walked off. My eyes started to flutter closed, and I felt Easton slip back on the couch beside me and pull me close in his arms right before I drifted off to sleep.

they chorus, and it still makes something inside me stand a little taller. We roll out. The east bridge the Elders love is old iron and bolted romance, and it smells like rivers and brine. It hums, faint and wrong, along the seam where rivets are older than everyone here. Nova flattens her ears against the sound and glint of green, nettle and verdigris. She’s not wrong. The trace rides the wind like a cat’s laugh. “Pairs,” I say, dropping to one knee where the first hair-thin line crawls from railing to asphalt. “See it?” They do.

I already have a gun to my head by who happens to be as insane as his brother. “Oh.” East puffs out air while throwing his cigarette at me, jerking the pistol and mouthing with a smirk, “pow!” Then he brings the gun point to his lips and blows on it. “That should be my men returning from burying their brothers.” He tries to leave the room but stops at the threshold. “Well, not burying, really. I’m not sure how they eat the bodies; whether they make them as steak or as mashed beef.” When he dashes out of my presence, I let out a harsh breath of relief, my shoulders slacking as I stumble backward.

“If you remove the plug at any point, our arrangement ends. And you will regret it.” He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman. I stepped into the hallway on trembling legs, the plug a constant, secret reminder of what I had unleashed. As I walked across campus, every step made me bite my lip to hold back moans. Students waved at me. The professors nodded politely. No one knew that the brilliant but bratty Eleanor Parker was now secretly owned by the dangerously attractive Professor Julian Hale.