Novel Parkway Novels & Stories

The address Jessica provided wasn't a warehouse in Red Hook. That had been misdirection in case I showed the letter to authorities. The real location came via text at 8:45 AM: "Change of plans. Penthouse suite, 432 Park Avenue. Top floor. Come alone. The doorman is expecting you." 432 Park Avenue. One of the most expensive residential buildings in Manhattan. Luxury apartments with panoramic city views. Security cameras everywhere. The last place I expected for a confrontation with a fugitive.

And the Parkers have been fortunate to live in such a neighborhood and have rubbed shoulders with most of the rich and mighty in politics, music and even football of society. Mrs Cynthia Parker stood on the balcony of their mansion as she caught an aerial view of the city. From where she stood, a few high-rise buildings could be seen from a distance. As she relished the view and looked around, she could see a few cars moving about and a couple of people walking the streets. Mr Edward Parker came in from behind with a glass of wine in his right hand to join his wife. After a moment the two went back inside to have a chat. “Oh Eddy, I feel so bored looking around. I want to go on another trip.

Derek With my hands tucked away in my pockets, I crossed the Lovehouse parking lot. It was tucked away in the center of Central Park beside the lake and was one of the most sought-after restaurants in New York City. Anywhere in the city, I never had trouble obtaining a table. I was well known since I was the owner of one of the biggest corporations in the world. But maybe it wouldn't be as easy as I imagined it would be to come here with a date I was attempting to disguise.

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

Somewhere across the river, in a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights she did not yet have the address of, a man she had met once was finishing the eighteenth page of a confession she did not yet know existed, with four days left on a clock she did not know was running. Elena Park did not know any of that. She knew only that she had, at last, found the door. She intended to walk through it.

They felt like a hand reaching out of the old document and finding the exact place beneath her ribs where she still believed, foolishly perhaps, that some part of what had happened to her had been accidental. PARK. It could be something else. Parkland. Parkhurst. Parkview. A school. A donor. A family. A location. It could be something else. But Leah Parker knew the shape of her own name when it appeared like a threat. Daniel was the first to move. Not toward her. Toward the paper.

“It’s where the elderly can hear the laughter of children and see them play. The adults can forget about their daily troubles and get some fresh air. Going to a park is a ritual for many people who want to take some stress out of their lives. “And here you are… trying to burn a park that’s been built with the sweat and blood of those who collected all kinds of jasmine species from around the world. Just what kind of a wicked heart must you two have for you to be sitting here, drinking wine as you wait to watch the flames that could have risen from the park had I not been there?” Gabe picked up the emptied wine glass. “Do you have something against the park? Or the new owner of the park, Adri

“Has to be.” “Or Maya from Apex,” I mused. “Or someone we don’t even know,” Arthur said, a slow smile spreading. “The story’s out there now. It’s replicating.” That Sunday, we walked the finished park. The boardwalk was solid under our feet. The native plants were taking hold, bursts of tough green in the salty soil. Kids chased each other towards Clara’s swing sets. On the new donor plaque, the Apex logo was indeed small, overshadowed by the larger, carved title: “Resilience Park.” A name the town had chosen.

Brynne watched the car speed towards Central Park instead of the airport. Was this some kind of joke? Why would Luke want her to go to the iconic park with her luggage? She patiently waited to reach her destination before voicing her thoughts. The car reached 57th Street, and she frowned at the luxurious skyscrapers on Billionaires’ Row. Why was she here? Brynne couldn’t wait any longer. She turned to Grant, who was busy talking to the chauffeur.

I wasn’t even able to go when I was in college because I was saving every cent of my money so that I could buy books and the sorts. We pulled up and lucky for us, we found a parking spot. Just before Nathan and I could get out, I grabbed his arm. “Since this was my suggestion, I will be paying for the rides. Thank you very much.” A smile cracked on his face and he kissed my cheek tenderly. “Alright, kitten. I will indulge you this once. I hope it won’t affect the baby though.” I shook my head and after a few more kisses we got out. As I said, the park was built for the rich and middle class of society and they were trooping all over the place, with kids, lovers and some people who, by their