Nie Yu Novels & Stories

After landing at the airport, I pushed my suitcase toward the exit. A tall, charming-looking young man was standing at the pickup area, holding a sign with my name. His smile was bright and genuine. “Miss Griffin, I’m here to pick you up. The company sent me. My name’s Liam Conroy. I’m just an intern.” He quickly took my suitcase from me, glancing at me with curiosity. “Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so young! I thought tech experts were usually older.”

CHARLOTTE ~•~ Nyla was sitting cross-legged on the living room rug, surrounded by a fortress of cushions and half-finished coloring pages, her box of crayons scattered across the floor when I walked into the living room with my coat already on. I didn’t miss a lot of things about New York. The cold was at the top of the list. She looked up immediately. “Mommy, where are you going?” I crouched down in front of her and smoothed one of her messy buns. “I have to go see someone for a little while, baby.”

At least till we both graduated with our degrees. We were both attending NYU during this fall; Alina majoring in psychology and myself in economics and religion studies. I had my work cut out for me trying to juggle two majors and a temper filled girlfriend but I honestly wouldn't have changed a thing. I had been looking forward to staying with Alina, just me and her.

Better than names people pronounced wrongly. "And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something." He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.

Lea begged, “Noah… he’s in the middle of a crisis so you need to handle him with care, please?” “Don't worry mother,” Drake said and then kissed her mother on her cheek, “I’m an expert in smooth talk.” ‘Of course, I won’t only talk to him…’ Drake smirked as he left the office, ‘cos that will be so boring… I'll cheer him up in my own way…’ *** Mi-Yeong and Hyuk-Jin Cheong just arrived in New York City yesterday, and they now hang around the famous tourist site in the city, the Liberty Statue.

Walking up behind them, I stayed silent and eased as close as possible. "-see it?" Mas asked. Nik shook her head. "I don't know, Mas. All I can do is try. I know we don't have a geosync satellite orbiting right now. At least not over New York City." Her hands and fingers flew over the keys.

" Wait, have you ever been to NYC? Like.. " " Yea. I'm a new Yorker " " Tell- me- you're- kidding " I said dropping my stuff ff on a nearby stool. " I'm not " " Then how come I've never met you in my life. I was born there too ." " Cool " he said smiling. " So lemme guess. You planned the stuff right? " " Yup, Natalie and Matt. All the way " Oh GOD " I slumped in my chair take fainting. " Are you kidding me? Come on where's your NYC accent uh? You threw it away and learnt a whole new one? " " That's right " She

Judi asked still lying down on the bed. I threw the gown over my head, “New York is busy, very busy and there are lots of beautiful places there.” I thought about the last part of her question, “I don't know about the Celine Dion part, but I suppose anything is possible in New York City, it is the land where dreams come through after all.” I draped the jacket over my shoulder and stared at Judi. “What are you planning on doing now?” She shrugged, “Continue my search for mom's killer of course, what else will I do?”

"A man, I don't think I know any man in Newyork." Nia stated, what man could be dropping something for her, she only got into the city just yesterday, and a man was already dropping something for her, who could that be? "Well he seemed to call himself Mr.Nobody. It's non of my business, here it is.” She said, stretching a box to Nia as well as a letter which said, 'Don't open until November.' Well November was still six months further, but why wasn't she meant to ask open till the date displayed? Who exactly was the man. He seemed to be playing mind games on her.

Thirteen Year 2023 It was a crisp January evening in New York City. The air was nippy, but the city lights created a warm, inviting glow. Some tourists had started their evening with a hearty dinner at a classic Italian restaurant in Little Italy. As they savored their pasta and a glass of red wine, they could hear the lively chatter of other diners and the soft sounds of jazz music playing in the background.