New York Lingo Novels & Stories

"Do you need help? You must not have treated your wound." Alessia chuckled softly then shook her head. "I think that would be even more of a reason to get Alby to fire you if he found out." Edgar just nodded in understanding. "Where are you headed?" "My apartment." After that their car split the streets of New York. Known as the city that never sleeps, the streets of New York are never free from passing vehicles.

I muttered, shoving my hands deeper into my coat pockets as I dodged a group of teenagers racing past us. Lola, dressed in a thick cream coat with a fur-lined hood, turned to me with a grin that screamed mischief. “Because, dear Alpha, you’ve been moping in your apartment for weeks, and I couldn’t take another one of your broody texts. It’s New Year’s Eve! You’re in New York City! Live a little.” I shot her a dry look. “I don’t brood.” She snorted. “Oh, please. You practically invented it. ‘Lola, the city feels empty.’ ‘Lola, Christmas isn’t the same.’ ‘Lola, I’m not sure the decorations are tasteful enough.’”

I took a sip before I went to the couch that was facing the floor-to-ceiling windows as I was staring at the New York City at night. It reminded me of Oslo but they spoke English here and I think I loved it. I was sipping on the brew before my phone was ringing. I looked at the caller ID. I smiled before I was answering it. “Hello, Freya,” I said in Norwegian as I was looking at the night sky of NYC. She sighed before she was clearing her throat. Like my mother would do. “You know you can just call ‘Mother’ or ‘Mum’ or literally ‘Mama’, right?” my mother as in the same tongue as I was smirking at the phone.

I joked. Lorenzo's dark eyes twinkled as he gave me an appreciative glance, "I'm sure we can do something about that..." he replied, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips, "You won't be dressed for long..." My gaze was drawn to the stunning sights of New York City, the skyline stretching out before us in a seemingly infinite expanse. I felt Lorenzo's presence behind me and then his warm arms encircled my waist, drawing me closer, the heat of his grasp searing through me.

However, during the drive, he could not help but think about her, where would she go afterward, did she even known anything about the city, what if she had gotten in trouble before she could settle down, New York had lots of charms and wonders, but it also possessed a darker side, as he had experienced it firsthand, Damian understood it better than anyone. His thoughts for her went beyond mere concern, there was a little part of him which wished to see her again. It frightened him a bit. He should have born so such thoughts or feelings toward the woman, but he could not help himself. In the meantime, Lana had found herself a place at the heart of the city, thanks to the amount of money she h

said Mark triumphantly. Aileen knew it was a joke, which she appreciated because at least Mark was joking with her instead of arguing like he usually did. That night, they were stargazing on the balcony outside the living room on the second floor. Mark's apartment was certainly a first-class suite because the view from the room there was really beautiful at night. Below us was a sea of cars that looked like little colorful dots of light, moving as if there were no night. Yes, NYC is one of the busiest cities in the USA. Nightlife is also inevitable there. Many people still make a living at night in discotheques and factories with night shifts. It is a city that is busy twenty-four hours a da

I was backwards out of this restaurant, because of the sheer volume of its owner's voice. “So you are a Frenchman, you are a friend! (If you don't speak french, get lost!)” huh? “I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU! END THE PART OF YOUR HININGA!!!” I shouted as he closed the door with too much force. Falling shoulders I walked away, I was on a test but I still couldn't find a job. Even part time. I sat by the road and stared at the tall building here in New York. “ Why am I so upset, was my decision to go here wrong?” I whispered that it seemed to be talking about the beautiful place of New York.

New York City. The name itself felt like a promise. The jarring, sound of suitcase wheels rolling over the polished airport tile announced their arrival. Daisy stepped out of JFK’s terminal alongside Vincenzo, the brisk air of New York brushing against her skin. The city was alive… horns blared in the distance, the screech of subway trains hummed beneath them, and people weaved through the crowds with purpose, as if each of them were perpetually late for something incredibly important. It was, after all, truly the city that never slept.

he said simply, handing me a gun. The journey to Lorenzo's compound was a blur of adrenaline and rage. The streets of New York were a canvas of shadows and neon, the city's heartbeat pulsating through the car's windows. We were a convoy of darkness, a formidable force closing in on our prey. The compound loomed ahead, a fortress of concrete and steel, surrounded by a wall that seemed to taunt us with its impenetrability. But we had a plan, and we had the element of surprise.

H​is eyes were dark, scanning my face. "You look pale," he said. "Are y​ou okay?"⁠ "Just motion sickne​ss," I l‍ied smoothly. "Turbulenc‍e." "We're landing in twenty minutes," Lo⁠r​enzo s⁠ai‌d, l​ooking out the window. "New York."