Novel Parkway Novels & Stories

"Where are you taking me? Is Owen here already?" "Mr. Parker will be here this evening. Until then, he has arranged the day for you. Everything has been taken care of, and he would like you to enjoy yourself." The driver grinned at me as he turned on one of the side streets of downtown Des Moines and parked in front of a cute little brick building that housed the best spa in town. He ran around and opened my door, lending me a hand to step onto the street. "Here we are, ma'am. Have a wonderful time."

Truth rarely sounded as good as people wanted it to. They crossed two avenues, then slipped into the shade where trees began to replace storefronts. The park opened like a soft jaw, showing its tongue of lawn, its teeth of benches. Vince eased the car to the curb at the formal entrance: a stone arch, a bronze plaque pretending the city liked being remembered for its better ideas. He got out first, the door’s thunk an announcement to anyone nearby that the important person in the back was about to have an opinion. “Stay on the main loop,” he said, not unkind, as he came around to open her door. “Joggers are better witnesses than squirrels.”

"That's your rebellion? Books?" I pushed his shoulder lightly. "Don't mock me. Words were my speed. Every page a stolen mile." The banter was easy, the laughter real. For the first time in a long time, I felt weightless. And then we reached the park. It was sprawling, green stretching as far as the eye could see, dotted with families, joggers, couples lying on blankets. Sunlight spilled across it all, warm and golden. Kai pulled into a private entrance, of course because of course he had one and parked beneath a line of tall oaks.

He turned the ignition of the car and began to drive Central Park. When they arrived at Central Park, both Nicholas and Debby stepped out of the car and both moved into a corner of the park. They couldn't just enter through the main door cayse there were hundreds of hiluxes cars parked around the place. Debby had a terrible feeling about it and advused Nicholas that they passed through a narrow corner where they can peep to see what was going in inside.

I'd be trapped in that manor, with a bitchy step mother and disgusting husband. I owe my freedom to Roman; this happiness, this joy, it's all possible because of him. I watched him from the corner of my eye, one hand on the wheel, the other resting easily, my body heated more, and it wasn't because of the sun. Who knew driving with one hand could be so hot? Central Park unfolded before my eyes. It may be just a park for people of this city, but it was a dream come through for me. It was an escape, a green soul in the center of all this concrete and noise. We parked near the entrance on the Avenue and crossed into it together.

"Central Park." "Sorry?" Alessia cleared her throat disinterestedly, "I know you heard it." After that, Edgar chose to remain silent as he turned the steering wheel to the destination that Alessia mentioned. It didn't take long for their car to arrive at Central Park. Alessia herself went straight down without waiting for Edgar to find a parking space. Who knows why Alessia felt uncomfortable with herself. In fact, it was clear that he had convinced himself that what he said was only a tool to make Rey lose hope even more. But unexpectedly, Rey's words kept ringing in Alessia's head..

When I reach the underground parking lot, I find out that my husband, Victor Blake, has parked his car in a slanted manner. Great, his car has taken over my parking slot again. I call him and tell him to get his ass downstairs so that he can move the car out of my parking slot. While waiting for him, I come across a post on the Internet. "I'm screwing the brains out of my mistress right now. What should I do to avoid getting discovered by my wife, who might be home anytime soon?" The comment section goes nuts. Apparently, the original poster has left a like on one of the comments. "Park your car in a way that it eats into your wife's parking slot. That way, she'll have to call you ever

The revelation would break him. However, Mr Park did not have a choice. He had to expose Martha before she tried anything else. And, the telephone operator was the key to that. ... People watched in awe as an exorbitant car parked in front of an old shabby building. It was a poor neighborhood so the crowd was not used to seeing the sight of such luxury. A man wearing formal suit, stepped out and scanned the area. Mr Park gave awkward smile to all the people staring at him and rushed off inside the building. He felt relieved, getting away from all those questioning eyes. What was with him and awkward situations, that day?

That's right, I saw a helper sweeping the pavement so I approached him immediately. "Sister, excuse me... where is the parkway here?" I ask here. I did now frown, I just act normally. She looks shy and I don't know why. "Turn there ma'am." It answered me and pointed to the end of the pavement being cleaned. "Ah, well, thank you," I answered this and walked quickly. Pucha, I didn't memorize this Forbes park! I quickly followed the parkway and was surprised to see my motorcycle there. How the hell did my bike get here? Is it Cayden?

I love the way I am feeling in the moment that I even let out a whoop of joy and wave my hands in the air before I go back to driving with my hands on the steering wheel again. After a while of driving, I get to the park and drive through the gate before I park my car in one of the designated parking spaces. Another difference between the two parks is that this one has parking spaces inside while that one has them outside. I step out of the car and lock it before I pull my phone out to call Anna. She picks up on the first ring. "Hey, Jayla," she says brightly, and I can hear the cheerfulness in her voice. "Hi, Anna. I just arrived at the park. Where are you?" I ask.