Novel Midtown Novels & Stories

The rain came down in whispering sheets, cloaking the city in a hush that felt both mournful and ominous. Juliette Rowe sat alone in a shadowed corner booth of a forgotten jazz lounge in Midtown Manhattan. Dim lights cast gold halos on aging brick walls, and the air was laced with cigar smoke and secrets. The distant wail of a saxophone curled through the room, its notes haunting fitting for the ache twisting in her chest. She rechecked the time.

Chapter Twenty-Nine Jamie I walk into a charming, and lively square that Mia says is called Piazza Castellnuovo, it’s filled with nothing but candlelit restaurants, several different bars, and clubs, and it’s crowded with tourists, and residents. I would have never of thought this quaint, quiet city would turn into such a primitive, buoyant city by night.

I took the usual shortcut home through the park. Typically, it was always a bad idea to travel alone through Central Park, but it was the middle of the day and I had nothing to worry about except my own clumsy feet getting stuck in the snow. To state this very clearly, I am a klutz. Floors and walls are my greatest enemies. The building I go to was directly off of Central Park West, actually known as the West Apartments. The outside of the building was rustic but elegant, and if you were a full paying tenant of the building you’d also experience luxury internal designs year-round. But I was not a full paying tenant, and technically I didn’t actually live in the building, but behind it, above

Eden’s POV The luxury of the Schmidt mansion was a fortress, but a fortress is only as good as the territory it controls. By mid-afternoon, the rain had finally stopped, leaving New York wrapped in a thick, humid fog. I was sitting in Daddy’s private study, a room lined with heavy oak bookshelves, dark green leather sofas, and the faint scent of expensive cigars. I had an espresso sitting next to my open laptop, my fingers sweeping across the digital transfers of the newly acquired Moretti accounts, while Mia stood by the window, diligently cross-referencing shipping manifests on a tablet.

"Club Máscara. It’s in the old sector, near the docks. No paparazzi, no corporate bosses. Just pure dark." "Don't bring the SUVs," Mateo ordered. "We go low profile. I am not driving the Mercedes." An hour later, they were crammed into Julian’s old, dented hatchback. It was a small, dark vehicle that looked completely out of place next to the Alarcón fleet. Mateo sat in the passenger seat, his long legs cramped against the dashboard. They drove through the narrow, unlit streets of Madrid's lower district, far away from the sparkling lights of the financial sector. The air here smelled of damp stone, diesel fumes, and cheap tobacco.

The air around her is always very happy. They talk with each other and they smile together. Sitting in the car, Nina Morrison's eyes is full of wonder when she looks at the street view outside. "Sunny, C City has changed so much, I can hardly recognize it!" While driving, Sunny points the roadside scenery to Nina Morrison, "How about that? It's not worse than New York, isn't it? Well, that is the CBD core, and Peter Johnson's Middle Course Entertainment is there. The tall white building next to it is the building of Gray..." After finishing this word, Sunny suddenly bites her lips, and then she peeps at Nina Morrison.

I had been right about that. But I was wrong about what she was scheming for...She hadn't been trying to remove Adrian from the picture. She had been trying to make me see him clearly. Or maybe, she had been trying to pull him back. I went home and stayed with Nora.. Then I opened the third notebook. The city inside it was called Maren. It had a central river, and a neighbourhood in the west called The Quarter where the people who didn't fit anywhere else all lived together. I had named the main street of The Quarter Penelope Road.

Even Alina couldn't help but admit that this man named Noble, looking at him, it was hard not to be moved. The girls who had just divorced looked a little more sober than ordinary people. Alina frowned slightly, smiled faintly: "Of course it's good." Noble smiled, not saying anything more. A good development was also a good thing; he was indeed a master of love. After ordering, Alina also went straight to the point: "My friend has some trouble, wants to ask you for help." Noble frowned, signaling her to continue. "Larisa rented the two floors above and below, A11 and A21, in Midtown. She wants to clean up two floors."

Kyra gently offers. Not even bothering to close the jeep door behind me, I took off jogging across the parking lot towards Main Street. Bar Harbors Main Street is lined with quaint two and three-story brick buildings with small alleyways in between, some that are utilized as seating areas arranged with benches and bistro tables off of the main strip. Hopefully, the seating spaces aren't too crowded. “No, that's OK. For right now I really could use some time and space to think. I'll call you in a little while, okay?”

Elektra walked back and sat on the nestlike chair that hung in the middle of his large parlor. His Apartment was huge, it had one living room, his bedroom, a kitchen, and a study room. Alcinder came out from the kitchen with cups containing smoothies. Immediately, he saw me, and his eyes softened. I got up from the couch and hugged him. After giving me a warm hug, He scooted back and glared at me. “Where were you?”. He asked. “I went for a run, then I went to check out stuff. I'm looking for a place to work immediately after prom”. I don't know why I chose to keep Ruby out of the discussion. It felt safer.