Novel Parkway Novels & Stories

“Very well, I believe I can manage that. I was already tracking a path to somewhere sacred anyway.” My gaze immediately swung to the window, and I suddenly realized we weren't heading toward the Cruz manor or his family’s estate, but were surging across the Stone Bridge and onto the Great Forest Parkway. “Where are we migrating to?” “It is a surprise for your senses.” “I’m not certain my wolf enjoys surprises.” “A pity for her, then.”

>POV: Blake Thе Nеw Jеrѕеу ѕtrееtѕ аrе buѕу wіth people аnd саrѕ. I fіnd a раrkіng ѕроt a few blосkѕ frоm thе Bluе Stаr Offісе Complex. It’s lіkеlу tо bе a lоng nіght.

Not a 25-year average person with only student loans and unpaid bills to her name. The company building is two blocks from where I get off the bus. It's twenty past seven. I was supposed to be at the reception by eight but I'm not taking any chances. I've heard that Mr. Park is a super active CEO who keeps everyone on their toes. I definitely don't want to get on his bad books on the first day. Despite what Bella said last night... "Get on his bad books, it might be your ticket to his bed." Ever since I bagged my new job, the only thing the girl talks about is how I can manage to get Mr. Park's attention. Sadly for her, I'm not a natural flirt.

Chapter 4: Two weeks later the house felt too small, too safe. The thrill of locked doors and drawn curtains had started to dull at the edges; they craved sharper risk. After midnight, Daniel drove them to the city park on the edge of town, the one with the winding paths, the shadowed lots, the occasional late-night wanderer. The main parking area was mostly empty, but three cars dotted the far end: a dog walker’s SUV, a couple’s sedan, teenagers probably fogging their own windows.

In the elevator, going down, he pressed the heel of his hand against the wall and breathed. ✦•✦•✦ He did not go to the office. He told his driver to take him to the park—not a specific park, just the park, which his driver, who had been with him for eleven years and understood the category of request, interpreted correctly as the long route through the east side, past the running paths and the lake and the benches where people sat with coffee and the particular purposelessness of a weekday morning that belonged to nobody's schedule. He rolled the window down.

“Then we ask her to do one thing willingly. That’s different from six years of something she hated.” “And if she says no?” “Then we find another way to end the binding.” Nova paused. “But I don’t think she’ll say no.” Declan glanced in the mirror. At Cassidy. Then back at the road. “You okay?” he said. Casual. Not casual. “I’m fine,” Cassidy said. Also not casual. Nova filed this and said nothing.  They reached Portland at nine-fifteen. Dr. Lena Park lived in a fourth-floor apartment in a quiet residential building three miles from the city center. Brown brick. A window box with dead plants — the kind of detail that said someone had intended to maintain them and run out of energy somewhere

We'll need a security manager and a marketing manager too, you know. The drive to the new apartment was filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As they navigated the streets, each of them was lost in their thoughts, contemplating the significant changes that were about to take place in their lives. Upon arriving at the apartment, Peyton helped Carver out of the SUV. The apartment building loomed large and modern, its architecture sleek and imposing. Carver looked up at it, a sense of hope mingling with his apprehension. The apartment itself was spacious and well-lit, with large windows offering a stunning view of Central Park. The reading nook that Ava had fallen in love with was

Holding Adam's hand eased my nerves. We walked out of the elevator into the most beautiful parking garage I had ever seen. The ground was paved with brand new asphalt. The gaps between floors were glass windows, which kept rain and wind out. There was plenty of lighting, and it looked so clean. Still holding hands, Adam and I walked over to where his Porsche and Cadillac were parked. He clicked a button on his keys, and the lights of a silver GMC Sierra lit up. I should've known that it was his truck. It was parked right next to the Cadillac. I was still in disbelief. "Why aren't we taking the Porsche?"

“It’s just a matter of dressing her up and selling her for a good price. Everyone in Wiltspoon knows her status as the eldest of the Newman family.” Mrs. Newman grumbled, but she got out and pulled Camryn into the car. Just like that, the three of them arrived at Wiltspoon Hotel. Upon arriving, they found that the parking lot in front of the entrance was filled. Those who came late drove their cars into the basement parking of the hotel. Mr. Newman and his family got off at the entrance of the hotel and asked the driver to park in the basement.

But all it does if give us a really good jolt forward, and soon we’re cruising down the path to freedom. I feel as if air is entering my lungs after a long time of not breathing. It’s painful and incredible at the same time. After an hour of silence, I notice us driving into… no fucking way. “This is Verilo Park!” I exclaim, watching as the trees of that particular park appear in my view. “Yup.” Nicco agrees, a small smile on his face. “That park is in New York?!” I exclaim again. “Yup.” Nicco agrees once more.