Main Street Novels & Stories

I nod and Esme opens the doors. We wait. The rain keeps falling and cars swish past. There are few passersby and those that there are, hurry along with their heads down and newspapers, paper bags or umbrellas held over their heads. They won't see us because Esme has enchanted the Diner too. No human can see it.

"We need you. Ryan needs you" The driver drove into the town and Lisa could see a huge thick steel gate being closed and locked, she could predict this was the main entrance into the town. It was normal, nothing supernatural, houses, markets, and other human things she could think of. Lisa knew they already arrived at the wolf town, where Ryan lived, and the thought of seeing him made her nervous.

“That was just plain cold, AJ.” She spun the keys on her finger. “This is gonna be so great.” Macie froze. A strange feeling rippled through her. “What?” “You’ll see. Let’s go find us some cowboys to tame, girlfriend.” Two blocks of Main Street were cordoned off. Macie and AJ wove through pickups and four-wheel drive vehicles lining the side street. Shouts sounded above the bass line of the Western song blasting from the loudspeakers. Macie was having a hard time keeping up with AJ’s long-legged strides, mostly because she was dragging her feet. She wanted to go home.

I convinced myself that I was embarking on the journey to prove to Damon that his investigator got the wrong information. We drove till we saw a signpost at the side of the road, leading to a dusty town road with the words *Asheville* written in the bold letters in it. That was the name of the town that was in the file the investigator had given him. We drove into the dusty road of the town until we saw stalls by the roadside and vendors selling different commodities. The town was old without infrastructural development. It was a rural town with farming as the main occupation of most of its inhabitants. This was clear from the number of farmlands and farmhouses we passed on our way to the or

Dillon replied warmly, with an edge of relief that they hadn't gotten in a horrific car accident over his silly crush. With that, he looked forward again with a slight grin. When the light turned green, he turned onto Main Street. He finished the turn and saw a spectacular sight, even to him. Tony wasn't typically a fan of the holidays, but he had to admit the complexity of the network of lights that illuminated the whole street was indeed something to behold. It was a very nicely kept commercial street, with many stores, small shops and restaurants. It was a rather old area, and the street lights had nice cast iron work on them from the early twentieth centur

This is the grandest house Sophia has ever seen, looking like a palace in a fairyland. Now they are in the main house, more precisely in the living room. As soon as they entered, a large frame framed a handsome man who was standing proudly. "Introduce, this is your master. His name is Mr. Oliver Henry Moore. He is the sole heir of Moore Star Group. You must not disappoint him, because if that happens he will not hesitate to kick you out of this house. Even a small mistake will be fatal," Farrah explained with seriousness. Sophia was silent staring at the photo fixedly, it seemed that the face was familiar to the girl's eyes. It seemed that he had seen the man, but where?

Much. With his e-mail taken care of for the time being, and the hour still a little early to show up at Dixie’s, he decided to take a stroll down Main. There was something about Main Street in Tribute that appealed to him, especially around the town square. He liked the variety of shops and businesses, the friendliness of nearly everyone he passed on the sidewalk. While he was out, maybe he would pick up some flowers for Dixie and a bottle of wine for dinner.

Carra left Barma alley and went to the second warehouse left to her by her mother. The second warehouse was located at the end of Olive Street. Since the warehouse was selling antiques and painting, the environment needed to be relatively quiet. Olive Street's warehouse's shopkeeper that Carra did not change was a shopkeeper named Wagner. Carra investigated. Although this shopkeeper Wagner didn't make any achievements, just like his name, he didn't make any mistakes, and he was highly professional.

The chips of my life all seemed to fall into place at the right time. This is where I want to be and this is where I plan to stay. Frankie and I turn the corner onto Main Street as a light snow falls, the perfect, white flakes an inspiring backdrop to watch my little town transform during the holiday season. Old snow, left behind from the last storm, covers the peaks and gutters of the little shops along Main Street.

Gary continued while focusing on the road "Yes, I am fine." She answered quickly before continuing “—You don't need to do that” she said in defeat. "What?" Gary glanced as they turned their car into a waterfall gate with water flowing around them, making Jane gape for a moment, she had never seen something so majestic. "uhm-, you know, I mean-," she stuttered as their car seemed to enter a secret place into a swift flowing water "for dinner" she breathed out tensely as they finally continued driving before stop in front to a stately home and fresh breath taking.