Novel Set In New Orleans Novels & Stories

I look up at Lena and I can see the sadness in her eyes and I know it's for me. “But anyway, I digress. I couldn't stay at the pack, I needed to go somewhere no one knew me, or where even if they knew me, they didn't care who I was and there's only one place like that for us supernaturals and that's New Orleans, it's basically like Switzerland, all creatures are welcome there. So I packed my bags and left, I was there for about five months but to tell you the truth, I don't remember the first two months, it's all blacked out. I partied, really, really hard, I don't think there's a type of alcohol or drug that I didn't partake in.” I stop then look up at her.

So we left the territory and we drove through that town that I went to last night and drove on to New Orleans. It was a couple of hours away from the pack and I wasn’t expecting us to go so far away when he told me last night that it was so dangerous to leave the territory. But I didn’t care right now. I was happy to be here. I had never been to New Orleans before and once I got out of the car and I looked around at the city, I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face.

This might prove interesting after all. . . The next day, we landed in New Orleans and headed straight for Lord Darius's manor. The city was perhaps one of the richest havens for supernaturals in this part of the world. From the ancient voodoo culture passed down from witches to the vampires and wolves who were at the top of the business world... The city had always been shrouded in mystery since it was built. We finally got to Lord Darius's mansion on a black Rolls Royce driven by Ravenna. When we got down, we were greeted by a gathering of vampires, all members of our clan who came here from their businesses from here and abroad.

Why did it feel so foreign to me? The music was blaring. It was a busy place, quite noisy, but it wouldn't be intimidating if it were just Mia and me. But I'd never been down this street before. "Cindy, where is this?" "New Orleans, Louisiana" "What?!" I turned to face her, shocked and not expecting to move so far. What about the apartment and land I bought in Ottawa? Oh my God! "Why did you bring me here?" "They said you should stay away from Oscar. He keeps crying at your grave even over video calls. His parents want you completely away from their son."

, i asked "yea, she did, i told her.", she answered. she went on to tell me that mom had been worried about me lately. i had once again shut myself off from most of the world, staying home a lot, not going out. i have to admit, it was nice, the bread pudding was warm, the coffee was hot, but it was cold outside, really cold below forty degrees. and for new orleans, that is cold. we finished eating, put the dishes in the sink and moved into the den. beth had a fire going and that was the only light in the room. she sat next to me on the sofa, watching the flames jump off of the wood. i was think to myself, how did things get this crazy in one year's time ?

“It won’t be so easy, Chloe. You’re still mated. You might not enjoy it at all.” “Maybe, but I still want to try.” If not for any other reason than revenge. I thought about it more and more as the men talked about options for Darren. They were suggesting girls and even looking up call girls on their phones. Darren seemed doubtful he would find anyone. The room was decorated with Mardi Gras decor, and as I looked around at the memorabilia from New Orleans and parades Rodger and some of the other residents attended, my eyes landed on one particular item and an idea hatched in my head. Even Cortina seemed to like it.

But the world was cruel, the elder LaRue well understood having grown up in a segregated South. Heavy wind battered the small row home, rattling windows and pulling Nana out of her own thoughts. She was used to storms—this was N’Orleans after all. She stepped to the simmering pot of gumbo, sniffing critically at the air. Dipping a spoon into the sauce, she confirmed what her nose already told her. “Definitely more hot sauce,” she muttered. She crossed to the kitchen window and picked up a large bottle. The wind rattled the window again, harder this time. Nana’s smile turned to a frown.

The Broken Curse One could begin with the dust, the heat and the purple bougainvillea. One might also begin with the smell of rotten mangoes tossed by the side of the road where flies hummed and green-bellied lizards bobbed their oranges heads white loitering in the sun. All these are when I was new Orleans.

But it was a dangerous attraction, one that could cost me everything. I knew I had to cut ties with him, but the thought of never seeing him again was like a knife to the heart. But, I had to focus on the bigger picture, getting a job and a place to live. I had to build a new life. The French Quarter was buzzing with life, and I let the sound of laughter and music fill the void left by the mansion's cold silence. I walked aimlessly, taking in the vibrant colors and the warmth of the New Orleans sun. As I passed by a small bookstore, the title of a book in the window caught my eye.

He hoped he could talk to her and maybe reason with her. First, he needed Chaos out of the way. How in the hell would he get him out of the way? He thought about knocking him out cold. He figured it wouldn’t be that hard. The thought brought a smile to his face. The winds were blowing hard, and the rain was coming in. JJ opened his door. Rain in New Orleans was different. It was a spiritual experience. JJ had a deep love for New Orleans. Something he and Sam had in common. Sam would’ve never left New Orleans if Camilla Dawn would’ve just stayed away. He could’ve had a good life here.