Novel West Nashville Novels & Stories

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

They saw us, but to my relief none approached, and I realized they were waiting for Miles, not me. I drove toward his office after having checked Weston’s schedule on my phone. It indicated that he would be there that day, but I got distracted when I saw a bookstore and couldn’t stop myself from going in. The magazine racks were full, having all come out that day, and I was astounded at the sheer volume of pictures of Weston and Natalie. All of the headlines were spouting about how they were back together, some saying engaged, others saying she was pregnant.

They want me, but they know I am a heart breaker. Finally the two weasels riding with me are ready, so we load up in my GMC extended cab. I love my 2019 truck. It is beautiful and big. I call her my Big Bitch or BB when my parents are around. She is red, shiny, and has a spacious back seat. I crank up my music to drown out my two little brothers from talking.

If I’ve learned anything, it’s to hold on and never give up because if you hold on long enough, you just might get the life you always wanted. THE END Nalani and Julian’s story may be over, but Irina’s story has just begun in book 2, Coveted But Unseen.

he hung up, not waiting for his response before slugging down his whiskey. She's mine! How is the new cover? AN: when I first started his curvy obsession, this is the plot I've in mind, you guys would have noticed that in the earlier chapters of his curvy obsession, Nathaniel was a scumbag. I don't what I used my time to have written in book wasted that why, I'm typing it now and making some changes. Kindly comment your thoughts :) Thank you for reading ♥

With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript. “Whoa!” Tasha yelled from behind, “What the hell have you been doing?” She blinked at the condition of the room, there were stacks of cup noodles at the side, there were tissues scattered on the floor, her best friend looked like a zombie with the dark bags under her eyes.

My feet had brought me here on their own. Nora Sinclair. She had no idea the kind of chaos her name was stirring beneath the surface. And I couldn’t tell her—not yet. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled. She hadn’t believed my lie earlier. Not entirely. I could see it in her eyes—that wary, quiet disbelief. I had told her that Vivienne leaked sensitive documents about the Jasper Edge deal. That I had pulled out to stop the whole thing from crashing. Which was true. But only half of it. And half-truths were still lies.

~ Jameson ~ I’m completely enthralled by how Nikki takes in everything with wide-eyed wonderment. I’d forgotten how to do that over the years. Or, more accurately, I’d become desensitized. Possibly, I’d succumbed to a “no need to smell the roses along the way, because I’ve already smelled them previously… And I don’t have time to do it again.

I’d studied his code like other women studied scripture. "Noah West is going to be there?" I asked, my voice betraying my geeky side. "Yes! He's Marcus's best friend. So, you'll come?" I looked at my code. I looked at the empty apartment. I looked at the lonely LinkedIn notifications. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Just one night. "Fine," I whispered. "I'll be there." "Perfect! Love you, sis!" Click. The silence rushed back in, heavier than before.

Julian said, "Deal." Elena started typing. The words came easily. They matched the rhythm of the city. She was not writing about people or ghosts anymore. She was writing about a man and a woman who survived the times and found themselves in a better place. The Rossi Events warehouse was going to be The Narrative. Elena was writing about Julian and her. They were the story now. The Narrative was their beginning.