Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

Another blow. Then another. His screams ripped through the cemetery, sharp and feral— then cracked, then faded. Kylie killed him. Right there, in front of Stella's grave, she beat Caleb to death with that metal vase.

“As much as I would like you around, the second season of Laundry Heist wouldn’t watch itself, so off you go” “I’ll text you whatever the outcome is” “Sure, just try not to bathe him with your wine before he starts talking” Camila joked then opened the door. “That will happen if he deserves it” Joan pointed. “Text me when it happens, I want full deets” Camila winked then waved Joan one final by before shutting her door. “Finally, some time to myself” … The taxi stopped in front of ‘De’Luor L’Amour’ restaurant after about twenty minutes of driving, she wasn’t too familiar with this environment mainly because she never bothered about going on outings or hanging out with some elite friends she

Author's POV Chicago’s skyline shimmered in the distance, a glittering monument of ambition and corruption. Beneath its glass towers and well-manicured streets, the underworld pulsed quietly. Whispers traded in smoke-filled rooms, debts paid in silence, and lives gambled away in the name of power. Somewhere inside that unseen network, Nathaniel Blake was rekindling old connections.

She breathed out. As the afternoon bled into evening, Hades spent time in his study, while Claudine was left to explore the massive, quiet estate. She found a private gym, a sprawling kitchen with professional-grade appliances, and a hidden library filled with antique books. The silence of the woods pressed in, a stark contrast to the city’s constant noise. It was beautiful, isolating, and terrifying. She realized this place was another cage, just a much prettier one.

Porter stated from his position at the window holding his hand out for my almost empty bottle. I took up his position scanning the street and the houses opposite for any movement. “Hey look, a cat.” I murmured. I hadn't seen one in years, it was strange now. Seeing one roaming the streets like everything was normal while the rest of the world was falling apart. Jake stepped up behind me again so close that I could feel the heat off him and I swallowed passed the lump in my throat.

Susan's POV I've been stuck on this lonely road for God knows how long, and I still haven't found a cab heading home. Everything is just working against me lately. This road is notorious for being very busy on days like this. But today, it's empty and quiet like a cemetery. It's as though Paul paid all the cab drivers to frustrate my life this morning. I can't stop glancing through every corner of the street to keep myself safe. I've heard crazy stories about this particular road in the past.

I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar. I’d never drunk before in my life, but I threw back a glass of fire-whiskey, and the burn clawed down my throat and forced tears from my eyes. But what stung more than the liquor were those words, now seared into my bones: Andrew… had been part of it all. He was the one who held me in that hospital hallway, crying with me, whispering, “No matter what you lose, I’ll be your whole world.” But he helped destroy it.

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CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.