Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

he said icily. Mr. Khanna and his daughter kept begging for forgiveness, but the guards dragged them away. After everything was done, Daniel left immediately for home. Once he was gone, the assistant exhaled deeply and muttered to himself, “Damn… today I survived. Otherwise, I know exactly what would’ve happened to me.” End of Chapter After that morning, one thought became firm in Rose’s heart— “I will change the story of this house… and stay away from Daniel Blackwood.” But would she really be able to stay away? And would Daniel—a man who ruled the underworld—be able to ignore Rose?

I wait two days. My ass is still faintly marked from the first night. My cunt feels used every time I sit down. I tell myself I’m not going to give him another reason, but the rules sit on me like a hand around my throat. Friday night I do it anyway. I text Jake a single line—**come get me**—and slip out the back door while Nathan is in the shower. I don’t even make it to the end of the street. Headlights swing across me. Nathan’s truck. He doesn’t say a word when I climb in. He just drives us home, parks, and points at the front door. My stomach is already dropping.

But Eve never regretted doing such a dirty thing, if it's for her family she can do just about anything for them. *** Phoenix was so absorbed in the book he’s reading that his heart almost jumped when his phone blasted. It was Zeus, his brother and he knew exactly what he wanted. Shaking his head, Phoenix swiped the screen of his phone to answer the call. “I told you, I’m going to that kind of place, Zeus. End of discussion.” Phoenix immediately blocked what his brother was about to say. Zeus has been bugging him to come with him to this certain club where girls danced naked on the stage.

The city's vibrant energy became a backdrop for her journey of self-discovery and resilience. As Marvis navigated the bustling streets of her new surroundings, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The unfamiliar sights and sounds provided a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the Sullivan mansion. The city offered a chance to rewrite her narrative, free from the confines of Anderson and Charlotte's manipulations. One evening, as Marvis strolled through the illuminated streets, she stumbled upon a quaint bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. Intrigued, she entered, the scent of old books embracing her like a comforting hug. The shopkeeper, an elderly man with kind eyes,

suspiciously at Conrod. Conrod looked down in embarrassment. He stood for a couple of seconds and, unable to bear the ridiculous situation, headed away from this place. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of the old part of the city, if you do not go too deep into the slums, this is a very nice place with good architecture. A painfully familiar ringing tone sounds, Conrod picks up his cell phone. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of th

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

Chenzhou was a mid-sized merchant town three days south of the Tiancang mountain, and it looked exactly like what it was — a place where ordinary people lived ordinary lives without any of the elevated drama of cultivation sects. Lihua found it refreshing. The streets were busy with commerce and noise and the specific cheerful chaos of a market town doing its daily business. Nobody looked at her with the cautious respect of someone aware they were near a powerful cultivator. Nobody looked at Yijun at all except to note that he was tall and move around him. They were just two people walking through a market town.

She didn't fight the new authors with violence; she fought them with Style. ​Nora closed her eyes and reached for the "Midnight Blue" essence of Chapter 1. She didn't want the world’s versions of her; she wanted the version that belonged only to the man who first looked at her across a ballroom. ​The Brooklyn bookstore dissolved. The smell of dust and printer ink was replaced by the scent of Oud, Vintage Champagne, and Rain-Slicked Marble. ​The Return to the Penthouse ​When Nora opened her eyes, she was standing in the center of the Grand Ballroom of the Vane Estate in the Hamptons.

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.