New Orleans Novel Novels & Stories

I want to thank all you lovely readers that followed this book and even paid coins to make sure you got to the end of Book 1 (which ended with the chapter before this). You all are the best and I couldn't ask for a better site on which to publish my book but GoodNovel. I have decided to continue book 2, though, under this same ‘package’ so that it'll be easier for you, dear reader, to continue with book 2 instead of searching for it. I hope this decision by me makes things easier for you all.

**** Two months had gone by, after leaving Gerald's house in Oklahoma, Gabriella's life took a sharp turn as she made the bold decision once again to leave behind everything familiar. Breaking free from the constraints of her past, she left her relationships behind and ventured into the lively streets of New Orleans. The city's vibrant atmosphere seemed to resonate with her newfound spirit of independence.

ELIANA. In the city of Oakland, New Orleans, there lived a princess. The thing was however, I wasn't just an ordinary princess, I was also a slave to my pack. You see in every story there's a blissful beginning but this isn't one of those stories. It's hard to even pinpoint exactly where mine begins. My life had been hell ever since I came out of my mother's womb literally, because she died the night of the full moon that I was put to bed. News spread like wildfire of the child who had taken the life of her own mother.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

Adaline Point of View New Orleans is a city in Louisana, which is a state in USA, but with the popularity, you'd think New Orleans was more than a City. Some people call it NOLA, others The Big Easy, but I call it home, and do not know how I was able to leave, when the city holds this much beauty and love. The food, the music, the magic, and everything it entails, I would gladly take my last breathe here, and there's something I have been thinking about, but haven't told anyone about it, because I am still contemplating it, and weighing my options.

"Don't he hate that you're not acknowledging him? I thought he forbade mouthwashing him?" She shook her head and stepped forward. "Follow me if you want to, New Orleans is too big for you to stay in the kitchen or maybe on the lawn soon." "What?!" I ran after her looking desperate. We hopped into the car, the drive wasn't too long for me to appreciate the pure beauty of New Orleans. When we got to a bus stop I could see performers dressed in different attire and opposite the articles was a six-story building, a glass house. My mouth couldn't contain the amazement.

First I take the cell phone sitting on the armchair, then I leave her house, vanishing into thin air. What can I say? The woman saw me coming out of the woods naked and filthy, I couldn't say that I let my wolf have free reign and she got us lost. No, instead I played the victim and let her think that something bad happened to me. This way, I found out that I'm in New Orleans, Louisiana. Yes that's right, NEW ORLEANS. How the hell did I get from North Carolina to Louisiana, in four days!? I wanted to throttle my wolf, because not only am I starving, but I miss Hardin, and I miss home, and I'm exhausted.

He finally lowered her, untied the ropes, and left her collapsed on the floor — a wrecked, cum-drenched, trembling mess. No tenderness. No goodbye. Just pure, dark, carnal ownership in the heart of New Orleans.

my reply was almost always the same but he would wait for it nonetheless before continuing with his rambling. Most of his facts were probably true, even though he forced them down my throat like some fraud trying to sell fake products for the price of the originals. Orleans is a wonderful place to be, I thought to myself as I walked down the streets of the energetic city. There was a bar, a restaurant, the smell of spices at every corner in every street. The roads of Orleans was home to music, various cuisines, cultural diversity and many more. It was enchanting. It was home.

Caleb announced. “So do you,” Aunt Olivia said, “and you too,” she turned to Carla who was about to say something, “I’d look after her, everyone out and that’s an order,” she said going into momma-mode, a part of her I’d never experienced, but surprisingly, Caleb and Carla didn’t argue, they grudgingly stood up and left with Toria. *** ***MORGAN*** I arrived in New Orleans a town that screams witchery and power, well, power I was going to be curbing and dominating.