Novel Parkway Novels & Stories

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.

I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office I am very turned on but nervous he did reject me if he does it Again I am leaving him alone. I walk in his fancy office trying to look less suspicious see a lady in the reception it's not a big office so they don't have a lot of stuff. "Hi I am here to see Mr Parker " Travis It's just after 12 when I realised that I didn't have breakfast I have been busy with a new client I forgot about lunch deciding to call my Assistant to grab me lunch the phone rings it's Reception.

I wanted to argue but she had that stubborn set to her mouth that told me that if I left without her now, she'd just tail me in a separate car. So I sighed and we ended up going together. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Larissa asked, as I pulled into the parking lot. The parking lot was one of those forgotten New York places that looked like the set from a crime documentary. It had started off wanting to be a shopping mall, but whoever had started that project must have died or run out of money because the building was never completed. After ages of sitting untouched, the city had decided that it was supposed to be renovated into a park but they never got to it. Now, it was where La

“Then put her behind you. Sneak in the back. See if you can find the baby while I keep whoever’s inside occupied.” “You going to read their meter? Or sell them insurance?” “I’ll wing it. Something will come to me.” It always did. “You got everything you need?” “Yep.” “Where should I roll in?” “The mobile home park is shaped like an O so it’s a curved street on each side, bisected by a long, straight drag in the middle. At the entrance, take the fork to the right. Go all the way to the end of the street and park just before you round the bend at the back. From there, walk toward the left side of the park. Johnson is along that wall, in the middle. You should be able to pass yourselves off as

Chapter 105 Writer's POV Parkinson Chasse stepped out from his car and walked into his mansion. He lived in a mansion before he decided to move out of it. The reason was because his father doesn't like his occupation. His father, Mr. Walter Parkinson wanted him to be a Lawyer so as to follow the footsteps of his family. He moved out to have some peace of mind when his father won't stop bothering him, he moved out and that was when he met Aryan and wished to be his friend.