Novel 14th Street Novels & Stories

Every once in a while one would take away untouched plates. Something brushed my thigh causing me to tense. I then realized the hand was cold and sent Damion a glare. He ignored me keeping up his lazy smile facade he had going for him. Every so often he would sip from a glass of red wine seeming to savor the taste. Not wine, I realized with disgust it was blood. I suddenly felt nauseous and Damion's hand continued to caress my thigh lightly. Pervert. I squirmed, standing up abruptly staring at Eric, “May I be excused?”

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

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"Got the reality check, Elle?" She sighed as she looked at the flat upstairs. She then made her way down the road carrying her heels in her hands, she walked barefoot, "Do I have to sleep on the streets now?" She sighed as she hung her head. After a few minutes of self discussion, she made her mind and then walked to the bookstore, "Who cares if he'd get angry? Who cares? this is the world I created, me Arielle, the damn author, everything in this world is basically mine, so is his bookstore." She nodded. "As long as I don't have to sleep on the streets, I don't mind being shameless." She stopped in front of the door and squinting her eyes tried to look inside through the door, it was dark,