Novel Memphis Novels & Stories

KALEO Having known as the home to the blues and rock 'n' roll, Memphis also could've been the home to colors. Most of it hadn't changed in the past years, most especially the shops that lined at the corner of the streets. The Memphis sign beamed in its colors as I drove along the tarred roads, feeding my eyes around the famous city. After sixteen hours, I had come to realize my aching feet and no matter how many food stops I had made, I still craved for real food.

Slade finished. We clinked our glasses together — a heavy, metallic ring that sounded like a pact — and drank. The whiskey was smooth, but the feeling of brotherhood and shared purpose was even stronger. The door swung open, and Memphis walked in, looking like he owned the world — which, considering he’d bought this club from our former boss, he basically did. He sat down next to me, poured himself a glass, and took a slow sip. “You guys are enjoying yourselves way too much,” he said, his eyes dancing with mischief. “But this place is too damn quiet. I think we need some entertainment — maybe some strippers to show us a real good time.”

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Chapter II: Intriguing Cold August; Boston in Norwood, Massachusetts Van kicked the pebble off. He didn't intend to scare the stray cat, but he was just too pissed and annoyed. What are those kids blabbing about anyway? Just because he is a boy, it would be inappropriate for him to learn ballet. Those were bullies who had narrow and fragile ideas of masculinity.

It was a nightmare. "Like music to my ears." Memphis huffed. "For a libertine like me... there could be no better playground than this, now the real fun is just beginning!. Enjoy your peace my sweet Isabelle, soon I will come and collect what is due." Memphis snickered coldly. He had so many plans for the little witch in the new game he designed. . . . ****Author's note**** So, what do you think about this update? It feels like they are all walking into a blinding light right now. It seems impossible to get grasp of this rollercoaster they call their destiny.

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.

Memphis as well and as if the world stops, it is only the two of us in the club. He unties his tie and dangerously ties it like a bandana around his head then loosens the buttons on his shirt, exposing a bit of skin beneath. Mr. Memphis is trying to show me his wild side, which I want to see. He then wears a sexy smirk, one that is inviting me to him, one so mesmerising the whole club could stop and stare at. And it is mine. It is meant for me. Exhaling and returning back my smile, I rush over to him, combing through the crowd in haste in aim of reaching up to him before he disappears. My heart skips a beat once I stop in front of him and admire his godly of a face and without thinking, I pu

A subtle hint of overcooked cabbage that didn’t belong here. It shouldn’t have meant anything. But it did. Milan. ~~~~ #Flashback# It was winter in Milan. I was seventeen. Cold enough that my fingertips burned. Snow stuck to the iron gate of the boarding house. I remembered the sound it made when I pushed it open. Rusted. My mother's sister was standing at the door, looking smaller than I ever remembered her to be. We hadn’t spoken in three years. “Elio,” she had said. I didn’t answer.

Memphis crying to please her, she's now on the edge of the Ravine with just one wrong step she will fall in that deep sea down her. "No!! I told you, I will end this miserable life of mine, I t-told you!" Fleur cries as she turned herself to faced Memphis, but when Memphis tries to get closer to her Fleur step backward that literary gave them all goosebumps by hearing those little rocks falling in the deep sea.

×FEW MONTHS LATER × MELISSA'S POV. "Melissa!" Milo snapped his fingers in front of my face as I blinked, glaring at him. "We're going to run the song again. Ready?" I nodded without a word. The music began in my headset again before I leaned forward and sang into the microphone. I had been in Memphis for nearly six months now. Six months of being on my own. Six months without the club. Fuck, six months without Alexander.