New York Lingo Novels & Stories

If anything, it only makes me more determined to make her like me. I’ve never given a fuck if anyone liked me before. “You got that right. You’re not easily wooed though, right?” I retort, smiling at her before returning my attention to the road ahead. Traffic is insufferable tonight. New York City is one of the hardest cities to drive in, but tonight, because of the holiday, it seems like every single citizen decided to go out at the same time, filling taxis and ignoring crosswalk signs all together. Even the highway to Staten Island seems to be busier than usual. It might have been better to take the ferry, in retrospect.

“Hеу Cаrrіе.” Hіѕ voice is frіеndlу and wаrm. I fіnd mуѕеlf ѕmіlіng. “Just mаkіng dіnnеr рlаnѕ. Wаnt tо join mе thіѕ еvеnіng?” Nеw Yоrk mіght seem relatively safe оn a wееknіght, but іt’ѕ not. I wаnt hіm thеrе wіth me іf I go оut anywhere.

Jace's POV New York was supposed to be my escape. The city was a living, breathing machine—horns blaring, taxis weaving through traffic, the glow of neon signs reflecting off puddles from last night’s rain. Everything moved fast enough that no one had time to stop and look too closely at anything. Perfect for me. Except, no matter how loud New York got, I still heard her voice in my head sometimes. Lisa’s voice. Some nights, sprawled out in my house with the skyline bleeding silver light across my walls, I’d close my eyes, and there she was.

“It means we’re going back.” “You’re going back to New York?” The words tasted bitter. I felt my lip curling as I spoke them.

Probably years. Swallowed up by curiosity, Greene couldn't help but ask, "where are we?" "I call this the outskirts of the outskirts of New York City," he spread out a toothy grin as if he had just been asked the world's most technological question which only him knew the reply. "Beautiful isn't it? Not only that, it is free from the raucous out there; serene atmosphere."

I stepped off the plane at JFK, and bam—New York City hit me like a tidal wave. The air was thick with that mix of exhaust fumes, hot pretzels from some vendor cart, and just… people. So many people rushing everywhere, yelling into their phones in a dozen languages. I’d been dreaming about this for months—NYU, art history scholarship, a whole semester in the Big Apple. Paris is chaotic in its own elegant way, but this? This was raw, unfiltered energy. I loved it already. “C’est incroyable,” I muttered to myself, grinning like an idiot as I hauled my suitcase through the terminal.

I shouted, receiving confused expressions from my friends. "Is that a good thing?" Nikki yelled back, seemingly unfamiliar with my Aussie colloquial. "Yeah," I laughed. "It means that it was a great game." "You Aussies are so funny," Conner laughed as the commotion started to slowly die down. "Hey," I retorted. "I'm a New Yorker now. And I'm a Yankee." "Our little girl is growing up," Nikki commented jokingly, her hand on her heart as she looked at me proudly.

“Such a KJ! These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will---” “ --inspire youuu! Hear it for New York! New York! New York!” he suddenly joins in with his voice so loud. “Oh my God! You sound so awful, Devyn,” I shriek and laugh. “Shut up now. I change my mind!” “No. New Yooork! Concrete jungle where dreaaaams are made of! There’s nothing you caaaaant do!!New York! New Yoooork!” “Oh God!” I moan and cover my ears.

"You hate that the monster makes you feel more alive than the prince ever could." "Go to hell," I whispered, turning away. Nico laughed low and dark and settled back as traffic finally moved. "We're already there, Little Mouse," he said, engine roaring as he surged forward. "Look out the window." We crossed the bridge already, Manhattan was rising ahead already. "Welcome to New York," Nico said quietly. "Let the hunt begin."

He was about to walk off, but I stopped him. I questioned, “New York is a long way from Oregon. Why so far?” “Lots of business people in the Big Apple.” He proceeded to walk off. I was stunned at his reply. So he’s going for business, and what does an apple have to do with that? “Big Apple?” I was confused. I thought apples were for eating. “That’s a nickname for New York City,” Flo explained. “Oh, maybe he’ll take me one day.” I settled for it. It was weird, but I settled nonetheless.