Novel & Cerita New York A Novel

New York was a city I liked; the weather was one of my favorites, and it was so vast that you could easily get lost, which suited me because I occasionally got lost in its streets, without bodyguards, without anyone else but myself against the world, immersed in a sea of song, in a sea of peace that the hustle and bustle would always provide me.

Somehow, her bottom was only covered with a thin cloth. Jean covered her upper body with her hands because the mysterious man intensely stared at her. His stare made her uncomfortable. The man approached Jean, who was still frozen with a slightly trembling body with fear. "Open." He coldly ordered her again. Jean then opened her hand. The man whispered right in her ear. "I bought you at a brothel-" The man paused. "So ... You are my bitch. CHAPTER 1 New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.

She didn't move until she saw him leave the property. She returned to the room and looked around. There was nothing that made her feel at home. Not one object, or scent. She felt alien. (...) Manhattan was a chaotic city, full of traffic and crime of all kinds, at least that's how James, the chief journalist at the newspaper publishing house where he worked, labeled it, earning a limited salary that the city consumed in the blink of an eye.

Lily Montgomery The taxi door opens, and the cold New York air hits my face like a punch. I pay the driver and step onto the sidewalk, pulling my coat tighter around my body. Winter in the city has always been cruel, but this time it feels even harsher. Maybe it’s because I’m different. Maybe it’s because, this time, I’m alone. People rush past, some immersed in their phones, others lost in their own worlds. Typical. The city’s frantic pace has never changed, but something inside me has. I feel out of place, as if New York is no longer my home. Or maybe it never was.

Inez's P.O.V New York is the place I never dream of, but my dream person is here in this city, and I know that I will never be able to see him in my whole life. New York is the city of joy for tourists, the city of sleepless nights for jobbers, the city of dreams for teenagers, and the city of toys for the mafia... It was Sunday evening when I was on my way to the park. That's the only place where I can see genuinely smiling faces in this city.

ANNA The cold air bites at my cheeks as I step out of the terminal at JFK Airport, clutching my suitcase. The New York skyline looms in the distance, a strange mixture of awe and dread settling over me. Nicholas’s text with his address burns in my mind. My hands tremble slightly as I hail a cab. Was this the right decision?

I hated that man so much ever since mum married him. The unpacking process seemed to take forever. Time slipped away as I sorted through my belongings, trying to find a place for everything in this new tiny space. I stood up to have a little stretch and my eyes caught the clustered houses surrounding the little space I got. I was told we were ten tenants in this building and I got the smallest room because it was what I could afford. And then, this was New York, what did I hear them say about New York? The city that never sleeps, a place where dreams are made and broken. I thought about the towering skyscrapers that reached for the sky, casting shadows on the busy sidewalks below. The honkin

Alicia reached out her hand while laughing softly. Just like yesterday’s trip, today they also passed the streets that Eve had often traveled all her life. Once again, she had to emphasize that New York was always full of busyness, which was hard to understand. This place seemed to not allow anyone to stop for a moment and enjoy the breeze in the middle of the city. It felt as if there was always something they had to chase or maybe something chasing them.

I looked out of the window, as the car drove slowly in the busy street of New York City. Even due, it has been a few weeks after the New year celebrations but it still seems we are still celebrating the new year. It was already getting dark and it was snowing. Still clad in my work cloth but this time my black jacket covered my blouse. This city is always busy, unlike London. Which was Cool I couldn't help but remember what Mrs Gamma said in the office. I was never supposed to attract attention. I wanted to give my best in the company but my intention was never to bring unmistakable attention to myself.

Abigail clarified as she fastened her seatbelt. Jose began driving while Abigail gazed around the city. For the very first time that she arrived in New York, they were passing through a road, unlike the regular bridge that led to Lust, which she was tired of seeing. Tall buildings and skyscrapers were the iconic landmarks of New York, with people and passersby going about their daily business. "Did Mr. Rizzo tell you about the party on Wednesday?" Jose began a conversation as he stopped at the traffic light sign.