Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

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.

Maria's POV. The car glided across the streets, and it was beginning to drizzle, and I hated it. It was today; today, I had seen the man who broke my heart, who tossed me off like yesterday's trash. The thoughts danced in my head as the car sped off to the National Business Hall, the most popular hall, which comprises a grand hotel; it was where the business gala would take place. It was the night of awards to be handed to each business tycoon who had done so well over the years.

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.

Chapter 18 The city lay before them, infinite and unforgiving. Shadows stretched long under trembling streetlights, the air thick with the distant scent of rain and gasoline. Lena and Noah ran. Steps rang out behind them—closer than she would have liked. Damien wouldn't give up. He was a ghost from her past, resurrected just when she'd begun to believe she was finally free. She was breathing fast, her heart racing in her chest. "We need cover."

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.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

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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