Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

Maya’s POV I slipped away from the river house chaos in the middle of the night. My legs still ached from everything that happened on that old couch. The city lights looked blurry through the taxi window. My heart would not slow down. Chloe’s face on that video call kept flashing in my mind. I had to go back to Mr. Havisham. No choice. The tall building felt colder than usual when I stepped inside. The security guard nodded at me like I belonged there. I took the elevator to the top floor. My hands shook as I pushed open the heavy office door.

“I want to see what you look like when you’re happy and no one is watching.” “Everyone is always watching.” “Then we’ll pretend they aren’t and hope they believe us.” The city unspooled beyond the glass, a ribbon of brick and steam, laundromats and blue awnings, sidewalks that knew too many stories. He didn’t take her toward the obvious district; he turned into streets that smelled like bread and cut flowers, away from the cameras that liked names too much. The first stop was a bookstore—new to her, with high windows and an owner whose glasses were always slipping down his nose, the kind of place where you can hear paper breathe.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

THE STORIES WITH ACTUAL PLOTS ARE GOING TO START FROM HERE, SO FROM HERE WE GET A STORY WITH AN ACTUAL PLOT. Chapter 1: The Interview Ava hurried through the bustling streets of New York City, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched her resume tightly, praying that she wouldn't be late for the most important job interview of her life. The black heels she had bought specially for the occasion pinched her toes with each step, but she didn't dare slow down.

Dad took that as defiance. He threw me into the basement, even though I was close to death. It was dark and cramped in the basement. He tossed me onto the ground like I was a bag of trash. I was claustrophobic. Frightened, I began to shake uncontrollably. "Dad… Dad, please don't lock me up in here!" However, there was no sympathy in his eyes. He looked at me with cold indifference and hatred. Shaking my hand off, he looked down at me. "I'll let you out when you stop having evil thoughts, Yvonne Linnus!"

Of secrets kept hidden behind the click of locking doors. She turned onto Eidolon, past the dingy dive with its crackling neon sputtering red against the gray-black of low clouds and the threat of rain. Angled to cross the street, glancing up to check for passing cars though, in truth, it was rare to find cars creeping down Eidolon. Like those missing girls, this street, too, sometimes felt forgotten and invisible. A moment later, the door to Eidolon in sight, it happened. She dropped her books. As if upended by a homeroom bully, they shot up and out, tumbling from her arms to fall, scattering on the sidewalk.

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

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There was thick black smoke in the sky, the streets were full of emergency vehicles rushing to the site. While I was still in a daze DJ budged into my room. “They are here.” It did not take rocket science to figure out who ‘they are, the Bratva was here, this is their style, they are loud, violent, and messy. “I can tell,” I say to him, even a fool can tell that there is a different player in J City and that things are going to change. “Let’s go have breakfast in the restaurant downstairs,” DJ suggests I know that he just wants to get the feel of things outside.