Novel & Cerita Love In The Big City Novel

"I- there are a lot of people here, I- am standing close to a small bar- and, there is a small shop beside it, and.. and.." "Who has the phone you are using right now?" She asked. "It is one of the men I met at the bar." Kelvin swallowed hard, fidgeting, "Who knows what must have happened to him? He must be so terrified." "Please, go find him, and give it back to him. I would like to talk to him." Then silence followed, "Hello," a gruff voice broke the silence. "Hello sir, this is the daughter of the mayor of Dallas speaking."

Coast City was a large city in Country A. It was a city with four seasons. In spring, flowers bloomed aplenty, covering the city in pastel colours, while winter brought to the city heaps of fluffy white snow. The heavy snow was here for several days already, and even at this time, there were no signs of it stopping. Karen Joy Kyle sat by the window and looked at the snowflakes which were flying under the street lights. Her mind was full of thoughts about Griffin Cooper and his son, Nathaniel.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

Instead of seeing juicy news from the situation, I should have just been envious that my own love life was non-existent while a man had the time to keep two-pretty-women by his side. The elevator door opened and he stepped out, pulling me away from my thoughts. I was almost jogging, trying to keep up with this demon's long strides. If he noticed my struggle, he did not seem to care. He finally stopped when he got to the lobby desk and I almost snorted when the receptionist started smiling and batting her lashes. I had read about this lots of times in romance novels hidden safely in my apartment but this was the first time I was witnessing it. Why do they do this though? They never get the at

The soft hum of the city filled the quiet penthouse as Izzy stood at the window, her arms wrapped around herself. The skyline was a mesmerizing blend of lights, casting long shadows across the room, but she barely noticed it. The warmth of the evening felt distant, even as it bathed her skin, leaving her cold inside. Liam had fallen asleep in their bed a few hours ago, his confession still echoing in her ears. “I love you. Completely. Irrevocably.” The words had struck her like a lightning bolt, igniting every emotion she had tried so hard to keep under control.

ALEJANDRO’S poV The penthouse reeked of stale cigar smoke and the faint, metallic tang of blood from last week's interrogation. I paced the marble floors like a caged lion, my phone clenched in my fist so tight the screen might crack. The city sprawled below me through the floor-to-ceiling windows—New York, my kingdom, glittering like a whore dressed in diamonds. But tonight, it mocked me. Everything mocked me. That bitch Lovia and her lapdog Shane. They thought they could hit my warehouse, slaughter my men, and send me pictures like some amateur taunt?

The city moved around us, indifferent and magnificent, and we stood in the center of our own story, having arrived here through every difficulty, every doubt, every choice to try again. "I love you," I said. "I loved you in Paris. I loved you through the breaking. I love you now, whole and healed and still becoming. I will love you through everything that comes." She kissed me then, deeply, with the promise of all our years ahead, the hard and the easy, the ordinary and the extraordinary, the life we would build together with open hands and willing hearts. When we finally pulled apart, she kept my hand in hers, raised it to her lips, kissed the ring she had placed there.

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Rather than sulking in this miserable room, I should walk around the city of love. I picked up my purse and walked out of the room happily like I was going for some big adventure to find gold. And maybe I was. But little did I know that this little adventure was going to be the beginning of a crazy love story…. A forbidden, but steamy love story between a step father and a step son.

It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME VIII: THE CITY’S HEART. The ground cracked. A red vein pulsed beneath the alley, beneath Brooklyn, beneath Manhattan. The city screamed. To be continued… Chapter 57 Elena Vasquez The city didn’t scream. It inhaled.