New York Lingo Novels & Stories

Eager to immerse herself in the fast-paced business environment of the Big Apple, Luna eagerly accepted the invitation and embarked on her journey to the city that never sleeps. Upon her arrival, Luna was immediately captivated by the iconic skyline of New York City. The towering skyscrapers, such as the Empire State Building and One World Trade Center, symbolized the city's ambition and drive. The streets were alive with a constant flurry of activity, as people from all walks of life hurriedly went about their day.

With that, the cowboy started to sing again. [ In New York…! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There’s nothing you can’t do! Now you’re in New York!!] It was the “Empire State of Mind” by Alicia Keys and Jay Z. Greg seemed used to his friend’s constant singing. He introduced them.

A slow, wicked smile unfurled across my lips, sharp enough to slice silk and hopes alike. A quiet, low laugh rolled out of me. Victorious, unholy, rich with hunger. “Queen of New York,” I whispered to myself, tasting the title like champagne on my lips. “We’re just getting started.”

Maybe this trip to New York is exactly what he needs. He swings an arm over my shoulder. "The car should be here soon. What do you say, Cora? Excited?" "Totally. I've never been to New York City before." His jaw falls open. "You've never been to New York City?" I laugh lightly. "Is it a crime?" Colt starts singing New York, New York by Frank Sinatra, making me laugh. Some of the passing girls stop walking and stare at Colt, longing in their eyes. Then their gazes move to mine, and they look like they want to claw my eyes out.

"No call. But the adrenaline is up, the money is in my pocket, and the air is freezing. I'm so damn horny, Evelyn. I need to get home and get laid before the mood leaves me." Leo looked up from a half-polished coin, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Mama, what does 'horny' mean?" I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, my Chairperson’s composure failing me. I shot a lethal glare at Lenochka before turning to my son. "She... she meant to say she's hungry, Leo. Extremely hungry. It’s a... Russian slang." "Oh," Leo said, satisfied. "I'm horny too, then. Can we have more pie?"

'' I roll my eyes at him. Both of his eyebrows furrow in disagreement, ''That's not what I meant—'' He starts to speak. I cut him off, ''Oh no. I know, there are like thousands of serial killers here in New York. Be careful, don't want to be on their list.'' I say, sarcastically. Seconds before he can respond, I manage to get a cab for the both of us—he just stands there while I pick up our luggages but I don't mind due to the speechless look on his face. It satisfies me.

Usually there would be paparazzi blocking the way but all they wanted was pictures and a few answers. When we drove off, the mood lightened. "In New York!" Sarah sang loudly. "Concrete jungle where dreams are made of-" Lucas chimed in. I could have sworn I heard one of the security guards singing the rest of the song silently to himself. I looked out of the window and marveled at the sights. Tall buildings left and right, the lights and giant screens of the Big Apple illuminated the inside of the car. And the countless people walking to their destinations and occasionally stopping to take pictures.

It basically sounds like ‘hurry, hurry, hurry . . . I need to hurry’ and probably makes me look like I need to pee, but no one pays me any mind. If it’s one thing people in New York City know, it’s to mind your own business. If someone wants to break out into a full-blown tap dance Broadway number, complete with striptease in the middle of the morning coffee rush hour, you keep your head down, not seeing a thing, and your hand on your bag. “Hey, Carrot Top! I’ve got your order going over here!” a friendly voice calls. There’s no way she’s speaking to anyone but her, so she steps out of line

It’s like I’m invisible. I guess my “hi” wasn’t very welcome. These New Yorkers and their aloof attitudes! Back in the country where I grew up, it’s considered downright rude not to acknowledge someone who’s in your personal space. A simple “hello” or a friendly nod is the norm. Clearly, I’ve got a lot to learn if I’m ever going to fit into this fast-paced, cold city. Being a real New Yorker means learning to be a little more chill about things like this.

Zendaya asked, pointing to a small green space amidst the urban landscape. "Yes, sweetie, we can explore all the parks and everything else the city has to offer," I assured them. Paul glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "New York can be overwhelming at first, but there's so much to love about it." "I hope so," I replied anxiously while anticipating for the best. "It's a big change for us." "I'm sure you'll settle in just fine," Paul said reassuringly. "New York has a way of growing on you."