Novel New York Novels & Stories

Noah and Noelle pressed their faces against the glass, eyes shining. “Is this your first time in New York?” Jax asked casually. “Yes,” I lied with a thin smile. The city looked different, but the scars it left on me hadn’t faded. “Mommy!” Noelle gasped. “That building is huge!” “Can we go to the top?” Noah asked. “Yes,” I said softly. “There’s a glass walkway on the 68th floor. I’ll take you.” The car went silent. Jaxson stared at me through the rearview mirror. “Interesting,” he said slowly. “How do you know what’s on the 68th floor of a city you’ve never been to?”

"How's the job? How's the terrifying billionaire?" "The building has an indoor waterfall," Nathalia said. "He told me to fix it and move forward when I made a mistake today." Her mum was quiet for a moment. "That's actually good advice." "I know," Nathalia said. "That's the annoying part." Her mum laughed. Nathalia smiled at her own reflection in the dark subway window. Outside, New York kept moving, indifferent and electric and completely full of itself, the way it always was. She was starting to like it anyway.

Well if you missed it, this is a recap. New york had no gray area for sane people, it was very much more divided between Crazy rich people who did almost anything for money, to big tech boys, to i***a models who all they did was sleep with old successful men with dirty money, to politician kids who were living their best lives.

“Babe. They have potential.” “I don’t want SAS,” I say through gritted teeth. “I don’t want NYU,” he replies with as much annoyance laced in his voice. I don’t like him again. My fist meets his shoulder. “You don’t even know NYU.” NYU is almost as exciting as the city. New York is most people’s favourite city, crawling with the good, bad and ugly. People mind their business. No one cares what you do as long as you don’t get in their way. It’s a great place to start a new life. We can be young, wild and free there. “Think about me too. Let’s apply together,” I say while poking his chest hard enough to leave a dent. “I want NYU.”

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."

Under the dark sky, a burst of colorful fireworks suddenly lit up, making even the dark rooms in the house bright. I looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. It was a new year. Watching the fireworks, I felt happier than I ever had before. The fireworks kept going, lighting up the sky as if they were showing us the way for the year ahead. I smiled, went back to my room, and snuggled into my cozy bed.

- "Continue what you were doing. Don't rest until you find out everything she's been doing in the last few weeks." ** The lights of New York were known throughout the world. The city was alive with people bustling about and never, ever still. It was a place famous for everything it showed, but few people knew what New York hid. Few knew the shadows of the brightest city in the world. The shadows were in the suburbs, in the isolated areas where not even the sun reached. Where the streets were muddy, the buildings were abandoned and the people cried without hope.

Nora said. ​"I’m asking you to survive," Julian countered. "Isn't that what you’ve always done?" ​The Night of the Living Data ​Nora couldn't sleep. The "Penthouse" was too quiet, yet too loud with the invisible hum of a billion people watching her through the smart-glass of the windows. ​She walked to the balcony, the wooden flute in her hand. She looked out at the New York skyline. It looked so real—the smog, the lights, the smell of rain. But then, she noticed it.

Inez's P.O.V New York is the place I never dream of, but my dream person is here in this city, and I know that I will never be able to see him in my whole life. New York is the city of joy for tourists, the city of sleepless nights for jobbers, the city of dreams for teenagers, and the city of toys for the mafia... It was Sunday evening when I was on my way to the park. That's the only place where I can see genuinely smiling faces in this city.

It was like the Berlin wall opening. ‘How much people did you write?’ I turned my heavy mascot head towards Nova that wwas floating beside me. I asked him how much people he wrote in the novel. ‘Hehe…just 20 thousand or so.’ Just? “JUST” 20 thousand? Why?! It’s not that I’m scared of a big crowd of people, I stayed in N*w y*rk city for a year. I’m used to a lot of people but this was worse than the XXX epidemic when I was in my 4rd year as a professional working in the hospital.