Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

I would find her and God have mercy on the soul that took her- there would be no mercy and no where to run to! TBC Go read my book on NovelNow, it's going to be transferred soon to Goodnovel though. Here's a sneak peak to OATH BOUNDED TO A MOBSTER Chapter 1 Henley I folded my hands as I leaned on the coffee machine, the mop handle nudged my stomach but I didn't budge. I had long finished mopping and cleaning the top floor. I watched the other table that was filled with blondes girls, ordering and eating like life was just a piece of cake.

If I loose someone again than unfortunately I won't allow myself to live too. Aiden deserves happiness too. He deserves everything which even the world can't offer him. After everything we have been through so far, were we being too selfish too ask for happiness? Xx___xX My hands and feets were cold As ice. My body was shaking and tears were running down my eyes like a river. I was so terrified at the moment that I didn't cared about the creepy surrounding near me. I was standing at this dark Street in front of my apartment as I was waiting for Noah. The street was quite as hell with only one stable street light. The other light was jerking giving away a creepy horror look to the street. All

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 78 Nyla’s POV It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Not the crashing mug. Not the silence that followed. Not the way our pasts decided to collide without warning, right in Emily’s kitchen.

This was an essential tool for what I have at heart, and surely it won’t fail me. Immediately, I rode to Rebecca’s street. As Rebecca lives in a luxurious and very hyped street, there was obviously everything you would find on this street because it was so long and big, with big mansions. Contrary to its silent nature, there were big companies around here because these companies knew that big men and women were living on this street, and if they situated their companies here, they were highly likely to be sold out almost every time. So, for this, I drove through the gate of the hotel on this street.

Elena adjusted her hoodie, every muscle tensed, ready for any surprises. The near-abandoned plaza on the city’s edge, notorious for shady dealings, made her skin crawl. “Get in, get out.” She muttered, willing herself to keep going. This was no place to linger.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

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She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.