New Orleans Novel Novels & Stories

I prefer to use my new sneaker and thought the ensemble is perfect. Outside the hotel, Ficus took us into on the French Quarter to have some nice and very delicious cuisine of New Orleans. I bite into a Muffaletta and Po Boys and the desserts like Beignets, King Cakes, and some of their non-alcoholic beverage. I was so full, I can’t even move for a bit. “Wow, I love food. I can even feel my stomach already bloated.” Aaron choke as soon as I was finishing my sentences.

Chapter One Cassandra's POV New Orleans, Louisiana "Good morning.Welcome to Totally cute. How can I help you?" I said as two handsome young men walked in. One is fairly tall, dressed in a black tuxedo with black long hair that was properly arranged at the back of his head. Piercing blue eyes stare at me, almost daring me to look away. The other, who seemed like his butler, is a little shorter than his employer. He was dressed in a brown suit and had blonde hair. Both are undoubtedly handsome.

Every other thing had gone well but as she had settled to dive into one of the new novels she had purchased earlier this month, she had barely completed a chapter when Oriana had decided to grace her with her deafening wails all because of a romance movie. “What's so special about it anyway?” Ori's head immediately snapped to look at her as the words left her mouth. She was already dreading opening her mouth. She just had to say something, didn't she? She could've just taken the opportunity to retreat into her idyllically tranquil niche. Her most trusted source of solace in times of the grief in her life with the name, Oriana but no, she had to open her big yap.

Generic wall prints hung above the bed, no personal photographs, no tchotchkes, nothing to make the place feel like home. This way the way Thea preferred it; it was only ever a matter of time before they had to move on from somewhere. They had only been in New Orleans for 6 months, New York for 8 months, Paris for 3 months before that. Always moving, always running, always hiding. Pushing off from the door, she walked straight towards her closest and pulled the doors open. Bypassing all of her clothes and shoes, she went right to the safe that was tucked away at the back.

The air in New Orleans was a thick, wet blanket, heavy with the scent of jasmine, decay, and distant rain. It was a city that breathed, a living, sweating entity that clung to the past with a tenacity Jonah had never experienced. He walked a half-step behind Julian Clarkson, the cacophony of the French Quarter—the wail of a trumpet, the laughter from a balcony, the sizzle of grease from a beignet stand—seeming to part around his employer like water around a stone.

The Broken Curse One could begin with the dust, the heat and the purple bougainvillea. One might also begin with the smell of rotten mangoes tossed by the side of the road where flies hummed and green-bellied lizards bobbed their oranges heads white loitering in the sun. All these are when I was new Orleans.

Orion slid in beside me, close but not too close, giving me space but staying near enough that I could reach for him if I needed to. The driver closed the door and got into the front seat. The engine started with a quiet purr, and we pulled away from the hospital. For a few minutes, I just watched the city pass by outside the window. New York looked different somehow—brighter, louder, more alive than I remembered. Or maybe I was just seeing it with new eyes, grateful to be out in the world again instead of trapped in a hospital room or, worse, dead.

Quietly, I slide out of bed so I do not wake him. The wooden floor is cool beneath my feet. I walk toward the window and pull the curtain aside just enough to look out. Morning light fills the street now. A woman walks her dog along the sidewalk. A man unlocks the door of the bookstore next door. The scent of coffee drifts faintly through the open air. Normal life. For a few seconds I let myself imagine we are part of it. That we are just another couple hiding in a small apartment in New Orleans. That there are no Hunters tracking us, no ancient powers tied to my existence, no war waiting just beyond the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of him, looking at him coldly, without any expression. He couldn't take his eyes off her face, it was impossible. He noticed how around her eyes, the small unseen veins became more visible than he could ever manage to see. They could be the size of a thick needle that just took on a dark color covering most of her face, until she wrinkled her nose and grunted in such a way that when he opened his mouth, Elijah Orleans felt like the unimaginable was now imaginable.

"Oh, and the rings in our eyes are to show that Odette and I are hybrids. Though I'm not sure why they appear and disappear." "Okay, New Orleans it is, then. If I can remember correctly, it should be directly south of us, it will take a few days of walking to get there." She says as she gets ready to shift. "Odett sweetie, you ready to go?" I ask, but when I turn around to find her, she's gone, and Jess and I start to panic. A second later, a male rogue with mated dark brown hair and black bloodshot eyes walks out from behind a tree with a knife to Odetts throat.