Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

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!!

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Either way, Meekey did not press it. She walked with her hood up, hands in her pockets, head low. The city had changed, but the bones were the same. She still recognized the cracks in the sidewalks, the lean of certain streetlamps, the way the sun hit the pavement at that late-morning angle. She turned corners without thinking, until she found herself at Lexington and Porter—the heart of old territory. And there it was. Steele’s Gym, red sign still chipped and barely hanging, but alive. The sound of fists meeting canvas and bags thudding in rhythm spilled out of the open side door.

New York was a wound that never healed. It smelled of exhaust, wet concrete, and fried food that had been sitting too long. A city that chewed through people, then spit out their bones on the sidewalks. Perfect cover for me. I was hunting a man who thought he was untouchable—a kingpin who traded women like currency, who wore his cruelty like a designer suit. I’d been watching him for weeks. I had his routine memorized down to the minute. At 11:15 he stepped outside to smoke. At 11:28 his runner dropped an envelope. At 11:33 he checked his phone to make sure the alley camera still worked.

❦ Rosalind ❦ I staggered on the pavement, walking under dim streetlights along the outskirts of New York. They flickered like they were mocking me, buzzing faintly and casting everything in a sickly yellow haze. The skyline glittered ahead of me like a mirage. All I had to do was reach it. If I could just get close enough to the crowd, I’d disappear inside it and nothing, no man, could drag me back. I didn’t ask anyone for help. I didn’t even look at the faces I passed. I felt like a ghost, and ghosts didn’t beg.

I wonder why he even tried to offer an apology in the first place. A loud slam interrupts my thoughts and the penthouse is silent. I creep up to the door, cracking it open to ensure that Anthony was really gone before making my way down the hallway to explore my new home. I don’t really care for the bedrooms on the second floor so I make my way down to the foyer again. I breeze past the living room, not wanting to be reminded of the earlier conversation that took place, and head into the kitchen.

CIARA'S POV I waited in my car, my cigarette in my right hand. It was becoming more than just an obsession, the way I followed Tristian Ravenford around. It was becoming a part of me now. I had followed him after he left the office, my inwards cringing as I discovered where he was headed. It said Nova interiors, and I knew who the CEO was already without knowing. It was Kayla Smith, and for the umpteenth time, I asked myself what he saw in Kayla that I didn't have double folds.

Your love for me was what made me pass over all the difficult times and I will always be grateful for this. Thank you everyone who have read this book and supported me. I know there are many mistakes but I will edit it soon, to not to cause any confusion. After two months I will start the sequel of this book- Seductress.here is small glimpse of synopsis. A world where things work with money, power and sex. Where there is no place for naive and shy people. She hide herself from all this but on one morning everything changed. Stella a timid girl who wants to live a simple life suddenly turns into an alluring waitress unknowingly stealing the overbearing CEO's heart.

“I am an old fellow, I won't look my eyes out; but I'1l call everybody this minute, let others stare at you.” “I'11 come down!” cried Basira. With that, Zastar turned toward the side of the house. “As God lives, somebody is coming!” said he. In fact, from behind the corner appeared young Adam Novoveski, who, coming on horseback, had tied his beast at the side-gate and passed around the house himself, wishing to enter through the main door. Basira, seeing him, was on the ground in two springs, but too late. Unfortunately, Sir Adam had seen her springing from the ladder, and stood confused, astonished, and covered with blushes like a young girl. Basira stood before him in the same way, till a

Chapter 7: The Stranger in 1408 Melanie's POV The Rosewood Hotel loomed above me like a glass and steel fortress, its golden lights reflecting off the rain-slicked streets. I stood across the road, soaked to the bone, clutching the envelope of cash and burner phone like they were lifelines. Maybe they were.