Nie Yu Novels & Stories

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.

The room was pitch black except for the moonlight filtering through the windows. The wall intercom was buzzing aggressively. She lunged out of bed, her feet hitting the cold floor as she grabbed the receiver. “Yes?” “Nurse Browne,” a voice commanded through the static. It carried the exact same deep baritone as each of the triplets, making it impossible to distinguish by tone alone. “Yes, I’m here. What’s wrong?” “I need you to get dressed, take the driver at the front gate, and go into the city center,” the voice ordered coldly.

Enzo says. "Oh, come on, Enzo, you know my name. Please don't pretend that you have not noticed me. I am Miss New York, and everybody knows who I am. I know I will make it big after school. Maybe you should look at other choices in your life. You don't have to stay with a plain Jane like Olivia when you can have a beauty queen like me," Anita says.

he said to me from behind the glass of the window, he stretched out his mouth to give me a kiss and like a delighted teenager I received him, I could see through the rearview mirror how my driver frowned, yes, the image must have been a little decadent. "Miss Yenna, you're spectacular," I opened the door for her to get in, it smelled delicious, she sat down next to me, and I took her hand, it was a few seconds of silence until the big restaurant where we were going to have dinner; In New York, all the places for people like me were spectacular, but for people like Yenna, they were a bit uncomfortable, because she looked at everything around her, and barely salivated. "He's very fancy, Jacob,

"Hmm, yeah. I was in New York with Bryan. How did you find out everything? Including my cell number?" he laughed. "That's easy. Actually I'm in New York right now." "Really? What are you doing? When did you get here?" "I have an important meeting to attend. It's been 2 days. I want to show you around New York City. Are you interested?" Who will refuse his offer? "That's great fun, isn't it? Why did I turn it down?" "All right, I'll be in front of Bryan's house in 10 minutes. Wait for me."

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

“What’s so funny? Okay. All right. Fine. Just because you’ve lived here all your life and no doubt everything seems exceedingly lame to you here now doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it.” Jay managed to stop and shook his head. “No, of course not. New York is never lame. Although, I must admit I don’t like it much here.” “So you don’t like living here?” Alex was astounded. Everyone wanted to live in New York City, especially on the Upper East Side where all the rich and famous live. Jayden shook his head. “Why not?” “Not my kind of scene. I want peace and quiet. I want a place where I can relax and think and not have to get involved with certain types of people.”

Ella's jaw dropped, her mind racing. Henry Quinn? The richest man in New York?