Forbidden City Novel Novels & Stories

I was proud of what I had built, but there was no pride in what the city had become, a safe haven for those cast out from Packs, Clans, Sleuths, and Clowders. Where the lonely and rejected came, looking for that spark they lost. Needless to say, the city has been dubbed ‘The Lonely City.' It was thriving but with all the wrong people. Drugs, prostitution, illegal fighting rings, gambling, and drinking. And I had let it become this way. I was the main antagonizer, encouraging this way of life, dominating the underworld, and allowing the scum of the realm to take up residence in my city. The other friend was kneeling before me, now sucking my cock as hard as she could, gagging, trying to fit a

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

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disappeared into the vast night sea. Jack stood on the deck, looking back at the burning, sinking city. New York, this "city of villains" that once symbolized the pinnacle of human civilization and finance, had been reduced to scorched earth in the flames of "Phase Four: Global Storm." He tightened his grip on the cold Catherine in his arms, then touched the ancient coin Victor had given him, engraved with a wolf's head and runes, on his chest. He knew that escaping New York was not the end.

But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…”

That’s what Damien does—he steals attention. He’s a thief. Because every time he’s in sight, I’m robbed of breath and other things I don’t want to put a name to. And now, I feel like he’ll rob me of something else. Something I really don’t want to give away. So I won’t. Because I’m taking things into my own hands now. And there’s nothing Greek God Husband can do about it.

I say softly now. My dad drops my hand and takes a step away from me “Dad…” he raises his hands and cuts me. He stood tall and said “Lisa Amelia Downs you're forbidden to step foot out of this house and everywhere will be heavily guarded so don't even think of running away” dad said sternly and bitterly. “Dad…. Dad no…Dad please you can't do this” tears forming in my eyes. Dad walked to his chair and pressed a button soon security swamped the place. He quietly sat down and I could see the mafia king, the beast himself had manifested.

It could buy houses, erase debts, and secure futures. And so, the city had become a battlefield. A small-time gang scoured the abandoned districts, tearing apart rundown buildings and threatening homeless people for information. “Tell us if you’ve seen him,” one snarled, pressing a knife to a vagrant’s throat. “You think we won’t gut you for a hundred fifty million?” Elsewhere, a group of bounty hunters, equipped with military-grade weapons, stormed an underground club rumored to be hiding fugitives. Gunfire erupted as they took down criminals who refused to cooperate.

Chapter 135 The kiss tasted of fire and longing, as if it had been years in the making, though April knew they’d only just begun to discover each other. When Martin’s lips met hers, the world fell silent, no bar chatter, no clinking of glasses, no pounding of her own heart. Just him. His mouth moved against hers with a fierceness that startled her, yet it was a hunger she matched instinctively, tilting her head as their breaths mingled and burned hot between them.

It could be said that Haston City was also stricter in its rules, and maybe that was also one of the reasons why this city was not famous for its prostitution, unlike Barden City. It could also be said that Haston City was one of the safest cities in the country, and that was also the reason why Vivian had dared to visit the city alone. From the moment she arrived at the train station in Haston City, she could see how tidy the city was, and she even smiled a little as she turned her gaze around her. 'Maybe I can think of it as a vacation,' thought Vivian as she was already in the taxi that would take her to Tommy's house.