Novel Parkway Novels & Stories

Or will he? "We're here." He gestured. He parked his car and opened the door for me. "Where are we?" I looked around, not having any idea where we are. We continued to walk and suddenly I felt like I knew this place. "Central Park." Nathan informed me. It's as if he knew what I was thinking. "But how did you...." before I could finish my question, he cuts me off. "You mentioned before that you've always wanted to visit the famous park of New York City ever since you saw Home Alone 2."

"Hello Detective Park, can you tell me where that car that you're talking goes?" "Our CCTV cameras got a short footage of it approaching the Al-baraqah tower then it turned right and there where the footage end as the CCTV near the Al-baraqah aren't working yet after massive building restoration of the building near the tower." Dang it! Positive! That's the car that Luca is driving. Al-baraqah tower is just three building away from the Treasured Jewel Company and that's where we usually drives through because that street isn't too crowded and there's less people walking around that road and if you turned right from the tower of Al-baraqah you will directly goes to the underground parking lot

"Take exit I3 to 402 SW Washington Boulevard. From there, I will guide you the rest of the way." "Gotchya." Jack clapped his hands, gaining our attention. "I vaguely remember going through a tedious security check when accompanied by a mysterious man who eventually led me to Adrian." I wonder which of the Originals did he encounter. They do tend to play the role of the Guardian Angel. "Parkie Pooh," Parker laughed. "Seriously, Parkie Pooh, is the best you could come up with? "I could call you Mr. Fox." I teased. He glared at me from the rearview mirror. "Call me that, and I swear I will make you regret it."

“Everything.” He didn’t ask if I wanted this. He never asked. He just assumed obedience now, the way someone assumes gravity will keep holding them down. We walked deeper into the park along a wide gravel path that curved toward the old stone pavilion overlooking the river. The pavilion was lit by a single sodium lamp. Benches faced the water. Beyond that, the path looped back toward the main road where cars still passed every few minutes. Not crowded, but not deserted. People still walked dogs. Xander stopped at the low stone wall that edged the pavilion’s overlook. The city skyline glittered across the water like broken glass. He turned me so my back was to the railing, facing the path.

Rose stammered, "If you don't have something to say, I'll go home." Jay Park didn't say anything, he just kept driving on a strange road that rose had never crossed. After a long time, he stopped the car in a place, rose looked up, in front of her eyes was a mansion and servants were standing outside the door, she asked in surprise, "oh my god, where is this?" "Me house." Jay Park gently and calmly replied, the servants saw the owner's car, so they opened the door and bowed, he drove the car into the gate, and drove down to the villa's private basement.

He had a lot of things to worry about other than memorizing people's names in his head. He recalled the meeting with Enid last month concerning the development of a park they intend to build behind the hotel and someone else was present to-- "The new project manager, you remember him now?" She demanded and he managed to nod, "I think so" The elevator stopped at the floor and gave way for the two to move past the two security men at the entrance who bowed in respect. ....Meanwhile.... Nica's BMW 3-series stopped at the entrance of the hotel and she stepped out, only to be approached by a parking officer who said to her, "Ma'am, you can't park here. The parking lot is just at the side of the b

The long trip from New York was grueling for her. With more than enough amount of time, he hopped onto his 4x4 to do one more thing before he'd be off on this long journey. He drove along Broadway Street toward the north of his apartment. Visiting Mary Dames was on his agenda. He owed it to her. After driving some blocks and passing a park he slowed down at the corner and then turned to 153rd Street. In minutes he parked on the road vacated by a deluxe Impala Chevy, in between two parked cars. He got off, locked the car then strode toward the gate. The engraving at the entrance said Trinity Catholic Cemetery.

Nova had chosen the place with reluctance, her mind tugging her between bitterness and hope as she walked through the quiet park. The vast green space was dotted with benches, tall trees providing generous patches of shade. She wasn’t even sure why she’d suggested the park—perhaps because it was because she felt safer here. There was no way her mother would act funny in public, and besides it wasn't that bad.

" *** A loud screech marked the entrance of Dele as his car halted before the end of Winter's Street. "Parkinson's", read the huge inscription on a metal plaque sitting on the stone walls that bordered the sixty-apartment building. His eyes glared down at the bag sitting on the front passenger street, flashes of the crash replaying in his head. A short gasp later, and he summoned the courage to step out of the car. He binge-watched movies. 'Lots' of movies, so he wasn't going to be having any sort of problems dealing with being the one who breaks the sad news about Sonia Martins to her family.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat