Novel & Cerita Library Los Angeles California

THE WOMAN WHO FOLLOWED NUMBERS The city of Los Angeles never truly slept. Even at nine o'clock on a Wednesday evening, the streets below glittered with movement. Cars crawled through traffic like streams of red and white lights, while towering glass buildings reflected the last traces of sunset fading beyond the horizon. Twenty-six year old Elara Quinn barely noticed any of it. She sat alone in her office on the twenty-third floor of Quinn & Mercer Forensic Accounting, her eyes fixed on a sea of spreadsheets displayed across three monitors.

— I consulted with him. “Wow, Sydney is one of my favorite cities in the world. When I grow up, I would like to live in a real metropolis like Sydney or Los Angeles. I've always had a soft spot in my heart for Los Angeles. I have Have you ever been to a place like this?— Yeah, that's happened to me a couple of times. In my opinion Los Angeles is better r than New York, since it is less hectic—. -Exactly. Los Angeles has a great vibe and I enjoy spending time there.

That doesn't mean that it is true. Within moments of deciding, our plan is set into motion. After dropping Patrick and Rafe back home, Evander, Gideon, and I travel by shadow road to the city of Los Angeles. Evander's family owns property along the entire California coastline, so we already have a place to stay.

“Camila’s friends wouldn’t say I gave them her number. They would also come up with a name.” “Shit, fuck.” I fisted my hair. “Herrera?” Aléjandro asked. “Ana?” Catalina questioned. “I haven’t communicated with her since right after my wedding.” She took the phone from Aléjandro. “No. Ana is in Mexico. This isn’t an international number.” “Someone in California,” Dario hypothesized. He typed something into his phone. “Yes, the area code 310 is California—Los Angeles and Ventura Counties and Santa Catalina Island.”

It took us a nearly 2 hours to get to Palm Spring all the way from Los Angeles, although the atmosphere and at the Los Angeles is more less the same, but there is a difference. Because unlike at the Los Angeles, the atmosphere here were a little bit relaxing and not so congested as the large metropolitan city that is Los Angeles. But then again, Palm Spring were a place that mainly focused on leisures, Known for it’s many stylish hotels, golf course and the over abundance of spa’s, also a birth place of some weird out healthy lifestyles.

Phoenix was something like a mother hen, focused on taking care of her chick or pup. ‘OH shit!’ Lance thought as he stepped closer to Phoenix and asked her to come over to him. She put the fork down and came over to face Lance. “What is it LaLa? I’m feeding Gael.” He looked down at her. “Nothing, I just want a hug.” “Awww do you miss your little sis? She said as she hopped up into his arms like she used to do when they hugged. Lance held her tight, but there was something else that was on his mind. He buried his head in her neck and sniffed hard. He closed his eyes and increased his hearing.

He hands it over once more, me punching in the numbers to the man that led this town to shit. “Angeles” the voice comes through cold. But it’s not the voice I want to here. “Where is he?” I growl into the phone to my dear sister. “He’s busy, can I leave a message?” “Where. Is. He?” “Busy. You know, keeping East Angeles from not collapsing” “Seems like its already collapsing sis on you guys’ side” “Phoenix is doing perfectly fine. It’s LA you should be worried about” she sang into the phone, me honestly not having time for anything of it.

Time flies by like an arrow as autumn slowly passes and winter arrives. Unlike the cold winds and heavy snow in the north, in California, even in winter, one does not feel the cold. The warm sunshine spreads daily on the city streets and hills, accompanied by a slight sea breeze, making Los Angeles a gentle city. The new year is here, and Lydia is enjoying her time with her baby more and more. Lydia is holding her back with one hand to relieve the aches and pains of her body, and holding the handrail of the stairs with the other hand, ready to go to the garden for sunbathing.

The captain’s voice came through at six-fourteen AM. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re beginning our descent into Los Angeles. Local time is six-fourteen in the morning. Temperature a pleasant sixty-eight degrees. Isla was already awake. She’d been awake for twenty minutes, watching the sky outside her window shift from black to deep navy to the particular bruised purple that came just before dawn. The city was still invisible below the clouds but she knew it was there, fourteen million people going about their morning, completely indifferent to whatever had happened at thirty-seven thousand feet.

“It took me a while to figure it out but it was worth every dollar I spent and I believe I have paid my dues and earned the right to keep this territory and the supply chain as well.” Angelo belonged to a group that experienced an internal war in Chicago, he and a few of his buddies had come down here a few months ago and they brought chaos into Los Angeles. I heard of them while I was working for my father but they were regarded as little fishes in the big pond but they have grown into something bigger.