New York City Novel Novels & Stories

He had been carrying a great deal for weeks and sleep was the one thing he couldn't manage by intelligence or preparation. In the car from the airport I looked out the window and let the city come in. It was different from London in a way that went beyond geography. London held things in, kept them close, made you work for its information. New York put everything on the surface immediately, the noise and the scale and the absolute refusal to be anything other than entirely itself at full volume. I had loved it once, as a student, for exactly that quality. I loved it now for a different reason.

Susan replied, almost as a threat. * New York was no different from other major cities around the world. It was a cloudy morning, like many others. The pollution in the city did not allow for sunny days to happen very often. And in the middle of the insignificant day, Ethan Banks stood in his apartment in Manhattan, watching the city move by at his feet. It was a beautiful view, but something was still missing. Someone was missing.

I have a lot of plans and potentials for my life, I guess it’s about time I left home. I arrive at the city quite late and manage to locate the café Sonia asked to meet at. As I alighted from the cab and onto the bustling streets of New York City for the first time, my heart begins to race with anticipation as the city’s energy hits me with a vibrant and electrifing wave. I can't help but notice these really tall buildings that seem to be made of glass reflecting the beautiful sun set, creating a dazzling display of light, how there are a lot of people on the road, everyone going by their business, no one really paying attention to the other. There is a thick smell of mud in the air and cars

Julienne I alighted the cab when we got to a densely populated area in New York. To be fair, nearly every place was densely populated in New York. Over eight million people were living in New York and it was by far the most populous state in the country. The city was noisy, a stark contrast to the quietness of Daemon’s house which had nearly made me mad. I slid my hands into the pockets of the hoodie as I walked along the streets, doing a little bit of window shopping and stopping by street performers to enjoy their music before moving on to the next interesting thing that caught my eye.

L And his kiss came slowly. Softly. Long. In the midst of Brooklyn's chaos, we created our own space. *** It was late afternoon. We walked down a small street, entered an old bookstore, then sat in the park sharing hot dogs. "You know, I used to think New York was just a pretentious city," I said. Matt turned to me. "And now?" "Now... this city has become a place to fall in love." He put down his hot dog and stroked my hair, which was blowing in the wind.

And I can't bear seeing them debating because of me. Their debates only stopped when I did not finish my meal and rushed back to my room. This time, I locked the door to make sure none of them could follow me. To ease off my utter regrets, I solemnly grabbed my seat at my table and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. And my letter goes like this; "Dear Nathalie; New York City has been a wonderful place so far. Several towering buildings are implanted on top of the crust. Your cemented streets are always busy with those moving vehicles. Aside from that, I met the first human who is not on my list.

She also noticed that it wasn’t only his business suit that made him uncomfortable, but the very ambience of New York City, which surrounded them as they made their way through the streets. The crowds, the lights, the noise, the very essence of the city that never sleeps, was as much a part of Rachel’s life as the woods, the dirt roads and the peaceful silence of the country were a part of Alex’s. And although they were sitting next to each other in the back seat of a New York City cab, Rachel felt as though they were thousands of miles apart.

~Elena’s POV~ New York City. I am finally in New York City. The air is different here. It's sharper, busier, filled with the life of a city that never stops moving. This is my fresh start. A city where no one knows me as Elena Carter, the devoted wife who got cheated on and discarded like fucking trash. Here, I can be whoever the hell I want to be. I should feel excited, relieved even, but all I feel is the raw, burning ache in my chest, a wound too fresh to ignore. But right now, none of that matters. I just need to find Isa.

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.

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