Novel Berlin Novels & Stories

--- Berlin is cold. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones, that makes you regret every decision that led you to this place at this hour. The car is black, nondescript, driven by one of Hana's agents. Celeste sits beside me, her hand in mine, her eyes fixed on the passing streets. Köpenicker Straße is narrow, lined with buildings that haven't been beautiful in decades. Number 47 is a hulking shadow at the end of the block — windows boarded up, door reinforced with steel.

as he fucked her faster, her tits bouncing. “Micca,” Berlin said, his voice sharp, and my heart stopped. He was looking at me, his eyes dark, but he didn’t stop fucking her. He smirked, like he wasn’t scared or ashamed. “You like watching?” he said, his cock still moving in and out. I couldn’t speak. My face was burning, but I didn’t look away. “I didn’t mean to,” I said, my voice trembling. “I was just bringing the books.”

I never imagined something like this could happen; I didn’t expect it, actually. Something smells fishy in Berlin.