Novel Parkway Novels & Stories

"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.

Leon’s expression crumbled, leaving behind the raw, devastated face of a man who had just lost everything. “Dad?” Eleanor whispered, a cold dread coiling in her stomach. Leon didn't answer. He just let the phone fall from his hand onto the leather seat, his eyes staring blankly ahead. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. His face was pale. “Sir… we… we have a new directive. From state police. There’s been an accident on the Palisades Parkway.” The world went silent. Eleanor heard nothing but the blood rushing in her ears. The words were a distant echo, like a sound from another lifetime. A lifetime she had already lived.

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

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

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.

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.

‘Heh I thought, some people would kidnap us just for being from an aristocratic family but I don’t think I need to about it worry. The slick black low-key luxury car parked near Westside Park. Unlike the central hall that is one of the busiest places in the city. Mary chose to drive towards the Westside area, as it is full of nature beauty and a small crowd around it. They got out of the car. Vincent’s eyes sparked with eagerness to explore. Quinlynn followed from behind, Mary pushing her wheelchair. Quinlynn saw the buildings made out of red brick. The whole place looks picturesque. Then Mary took them to a large forest park called ‘Westside Park’. She saw elderly people feeding pigeons, co