Library Louisville Novels & Stories

Sadly, that wasn’t the real world, and I certainly couldn’t live in fantasyland for the rest of my life. “Well, it would seem we might have a mafia war on our hands. Two rival syndicates, including the Irish mob leader from right here in Louisville. That can’t happen. It’s an election year.” “How do you know it’s a rival syndicate?” Christine half laughed. “Because within these societies, security is more impressive than Fort Knox. No one gets in or out without being guarded or someone well known to the family. Plus, word on the street had been troublesome as of late, my closest informants suggesting Louisville was ripe for the picking.”

Or this goes public. The room felt smaller. Colder. Louis wasn’t hinting anymore. He wasn’t bluffing. He was holding a match. And they were standing in gasoline. ---- The message arrived at 6:42 p.m. Ava had just stepped out of the shower when her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and glanced down. Louis: 7:30 tonight. Library parking lot. Her stomach tightened. Another message appeared immediately after. Louis: Bring him.

Levi let out. Calming down, eventually dozing off during the car ride. "Louis, wake up we're here. Welcome to Fox Village," Levi pointed out as we pulled up to the front entrance. Levi signals the guard to open up the gates. While driving up the road we pass cottage-style houses, hospitals, businesses, and schools. "How large is your territory?" This territory was tremendous. It was double the size of Meadowood. "It's about the size of York, Pennsylvania," Levi boasted.

He said and take down notes on all the points pointed by Aeriol. Another night fall, the street is quite gay as the cabarets of Don Paulo plays a piece of loud music. Men and women sing and dance as the night continuous. The thing about the night in Glaslough is that it always seems to be peaceful. Lanterns lighting up the street and the stores' clerk happily closing their shop. Who cares if you're single on February night, you have Don Paulo and his cabarets dancing.

Lucille mind-linked nervously. “Let’s talk outside,” Mitch said smoothly, motioning Louis to follow. The three stepped out into the night air. Mitch extended a firm hand toward Louis. “I’m Mitchell Jones. Your sister’s mate. Pleased to meet you.” Louis froze for a moment. His palms were damp. Slowly, he extended his trembling hand to meet Mitch’s. “Louis Clinton,” he said shakily. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Mitch.” “Mitchell,” Mitch corrected gently. “Just Mitchell is perfect.”

little Liam squealed again and aura’s heart melted for the little boys, he was just too considerate. “We should get going” “Yeah” In less than two minutes, the black maybach was already on the road on its way to her apartment and from the chatter in the car, one cab guess that Liam was having fun.

Arlo stood in front of the massive windows of his penthouse, gazing out at the sprawling city below. Everything was falling into place perfectly, just as he had planned. Lune was to be his in two weeks, and the preparations were already in full swing. Her parents had done their part, and now, she was being swept into the whirlwind of planning a wedding she had no control over.

This time, he is definitely going to make Louella Curran pay. Louella stared at the beautiful lake view from the back of her house while sitting on one of the chairs under the pergola where they usually enjoy barbecue. The sky was cloudy, but that was okay, as it is not an unusual thing even though rain wouldn't fall. The breeze was cold, and the atmosphere was serene. Everything was perfect and peaceful. She heard footsteps behind her, and her mother sat on the chair beside her, handing her a warm glass of milk. Rose was wearing a long black maxi skirt and a blue sweater, and her shoulder-length copper-red hair, which was extremely similar to hers, was tied in a messy bun, while she herself

A low growl rumbled in Phoenix's chest, "You killed her. The one thing good in my life and you took her away from me!" Lucifer made a tsk'ing sound, "Your saving grace ended up being your greatest downfall Phoenix. I really feel for you, truly I do." Before Phoenix could say anything Zion stepped forward, "Enough!" He yelled, all eyes falling on him, "I'm not in the mood for this crap," his voice was strangely calm; the definition of calm before the storm.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”