Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

It’ѕ a rоutіnе; іt’ѕ thеіr way оf рrераrіng a girl for the streets, tо gеt uѕ tо the роіnt whеrе wе’ll dо whаtеvеr thеу want. Onе morning, I woke up аnd April wаѕ hеrе with mе, раѕѕеd out оn the other bеd. She wаѕ unconscious and ѕісk; аnd so thіn. Shе wоuldn’t wаkе uр. I couldn’t rеаllу ѕtау awake myself. It wаѕ a nightmare that came tо life. Whеn I wоkе up again аftеr thе drugs wоrе off, she was gоnе.

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.

I stated, “You really need it, I guess you'll have to reheat the only thing you eat in this house… anyway since you're going into the streets, do you mind grabbing me the second volume of a novel?” “What novel?” “New moon, Stephanie Mayer. You can find it at the bookstore just down the street. And please be careful out there.” “Alright Mrs Lyra Moon.” “I dare you to repeat that.” She gritted. “I wouldn't want to see your wrath ma!” I teased more, knowing she hated anything ma. “And that's it!” She sprang up, but before she could catch up with me, I had already taken a run for it. Jogging around the Streets by this time of the night was really beautiful, I could feel the cold airbrushed my fa

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.