New York Lingo Novels & Stories

He ignited the car and reversed, in no time, we were on the busy road of human territory. “What is this place called?” I asked. “It’s called, New York!” He said the name sounded marvelous to my ears, NEW YORK.

"I'd like that. Thanks for asking." "Great." Her eyes take on a sly look before she asks, "So, any plans with that foxy boy who gave you and Brooklyn a ride home yesterday?" My mouth drops open as I repeat with a fair amount of horror, "Foxy? Did you seriously just say that?" Her brows draw together as she says, "Isn't that the hip lingo all the kids are using these days?" I shake my head. "Um, no. And quite frankly, I don't want to hear that word come out of your mouth ever again." I shudder. "It's so wrong, it can never be right."

BETH’S POV : New York City, the city for flashy broadways, exclusive shops, expensive apartments and high flying business tycoons is where the land of opportunity lies. Or so people think. To me it’s the city for depression, unaffordable rent, unbearable traffic, screaming people, bustling roads, gamblers and many more. And in this concrete jungle lies one of the most world famous multi national telecommunications company; The Marino telecom. I looked at it in awe letting my eyes roam the gigantic building as the taxi I boarded drove past. People were walking in and out , everyone looking so busy and professional.

Dax’s voice cut through the noise, deeper than the rest, grounded and sharp. The clink of a dozen glasses echoed through the room like a gunshot. The countdown started, and suddenly the air felt electric, thick enough to taste. “TEN—!” We were packed shoulder-to-shoulder. The heat of a dozen bodies made the room feel small, intimate, and chaotic. Outside, the first few rogue fireworks were already streaking across the Manhattan skyline, blooming into neon scars against the black. New York was doing what it did best, screaming into the void.

A massive, sleek private yacht floated serenely in the middle of New York Harbor. Upbeat music vibrated through the deck, decadent food filled every sprawling table, and the brilliant, multi-colored lights of the Manhattan skyline shimmered spectacularly across the dark, rippling water. The DeLuca family had gone completely all out for the occasion. Which meant, by default, that things became beautifully chaotic almost immediately. Marco aggressively clambered up to stand flat on a leather chair, clinking his fork against his crystal glass. "Speech! Everyone shut up, it's time for a speech!"

Moses sneered contemptuously, "Like I said, this is New York. It's not a place for rats like you to be smug. Your bark only works in Mexico. Don't you realize that you're just one of Gustavo's dogs now?" "How dare you?!" the man lashed out and gritted his teeth. "How dare you insult us?! I'm going to fucking kill you!" "Who the heck do you think you are?" Moses scowled disdainfully. "You're a piece of shit! Believe it or not, all I have to do is say a word, and all the gangs in New York will be hunting you down on the streets of New York tonight! Yeah, your boss has a large team, but do you think they can come to New York to kill me?"

Saying this made Nora understand all what he was saying and the reason why he needed so many securities around him. "I understand now" She said under her breath that If Dominco didn't have his super hearing he wouldn't have heard what she said,going back to looking out the window Nora sighed,she had missed the city of New York,she missed taking the subway to the DE BAUTCHERY HOTEL',she missed serving drinks and all,she missed shaw,missed her little apron,she completely missed her life in New York but still will not trade her moving to new Jersey for anything.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. I’m done. What’s up, doll?” I glanced up at the building I’d parked in front of, the late afternoon sun glinting off the windows. My stomach flipped as I replayed my conversation with Ron in my head. “The Big Dream, man.” “Is that my new nickname? Because I can get on board with that.” “No,” I laughed and jingled my keys in my hand. “The Big Dream. New York.” The excitement I’d managed to tamp down all afternoon bubbled to the surface. I hopped up and down in the middle of the street. “New. Freaking. York.”

Nora replied simply as a maid walked to them and dished their meal. Lily wasn't familiar with the food and she turned to Nora. “I… I don't… “ “It's just lobster and Foie Gras.” Nora said and Lily shook her head. “I don't want it.” She replied and Nora chuckled. “Where are you from?” “The slums of New York.” She answered and the smile on Nora’s face faded. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean that … “ “It's fine.” Lily cut her off with a smile and turned to the meal, she decided to try it out.

The location that he sent was twenty minutes ride from my apartment of some club, I put the address on gsp and drove my car on the roads of New York. 'New york the city that never sleep' The phrase is rooted in the hustle and bustle of the city, which seems to go on 24/7. There are lots of after hours clubs that don't really get going until after midnight. I never liked going to the club because loud music and crowded places never suited me. As I reach the club I saw my brother carrying drunkard best friend to the back seat of my car to settle her and sit on the passenger seat with a sign.