Novel West Nashville Novels & Stories

Mara’s eyes searched mine, but she said nothing more. Night came heavy and cold. The camp grew quiet, fires dwindled low, and stars flickered through the gaps in the pines. I walked alone to the edge of the forest, where shadows danced between the trunks and the wind whispered secrets I could barely hear. The earth was soft beneath my boots, the scent of pine and frost and something ancient lingering in the air. I closed my eyes and felt Nyx rise inside me, my wolf restless and wild. A gentle tug stirred deep in my belly — not pain, but a strange, unfamiliar sensation, like the first stirrings of something new and powerful.

Some stopped to admire the clothing in the windows, but most people were on their phones or obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. I pulled open the heavy glass door and stepped outside. It was colder today than yesterday. Gray clouds filled the limited sky I could see between tall buildings. I took a deep breath in, smelling car gas and street vendor food. I wrinkled my nose, missing the soft scent of grass and stone from the castle. Westshire was the capital and biggest city in Paradisa. The city had stonework that predated the US mixed with new buildings. Ancient and modern architecture mingled and combined with castles merging into skyscrapers.

~~~Piper~~~ I think I made a mistake coming back into Nash’s life. I returned because I heard he was finally rich, working in the biggest company in Asheville — Wilder Industries. Holy Mother Mary of Christ, the opportunity had looked perfect. I came back from New York, cooked up that pathetic cancer story, cried a little, and the fool believed every word of it. He abandoned his wife without hesitation. He even helped strip her of the assets her parents left her.

********MATURE CONTENT******** Winter called me last night asking to come over and of course I told her I would. I plan to see Jade too as he's been on my mind non-stop, and I just want to be in his arms. My stomach has been feeling nauseous lately, but I'm not pregnant because I have taken multiple pregnancy tests, and they all came out negative. Ever since I left after Momma D's wedding and came home to my parent's, I've been in a slump. Half of the time I don't want to get out of bed. I crave to be in Jade's arms.

- The words poured out of me like fire, burning me up from the inside. "She was 19—she was only 19! She'd just graduated high school. She had everything ahead of her. She was kind—so stupidly kind. Out there, 16 thousand feet up in Deadman's Hollow, she was starving and shaking, but she still gave her last granola bar to Ken when he said he was hungry!

Anya’s pov The air in Nashville was a humid weight, smelling of old asphalt and fried grease, a far cry from the sterile chill of Chicago. We were whisked into a blacked-out suburban that smelled like industrial lemon cleaner, weaving through the neon-soaked chaos of Broadway toward the Hermitage Hotel.

The city was vast, moving at a clinical, fast pace that looked completely different from the quiet, self-contained world of the Westbridge campus. He navigated the heavy truck through the downtown traffic until he reached the city's eastern residential area. A quiet neighborhood in East Nashville, a neighborhood made up of old, renovated brick warehouses and stone pathways that ran parallel to the water. He parked the truck in the underground garage, grabbed his travel bag, and took the elevator up to the third floor.

I made myself a plate and then sat kitty-corner from Xander, across from Elias. Elias was reading the paper, frowning. Then he showed an article to Xander. "A witch," he said. My ears perked up. "What was that?" Elias shook his head, letting out a deep breath. "No, there was a housefire and a woman was burned alive in her home." "Oh, my god!" I said. "Where?" "Salt Lake City," Xander said. "Maybe it was just an accident." I slathered syrup over my pancakes and took a bite.

Roman followed quickly behind me. "Can you just let it go?" I said when he began staring at me with a creepy smile. "I said I don't remember, okay? Now I'd rather not pat myself on the back for hooking up with some random, nameless chick, so can we drop all this?" Roman huffed and started the cart up again. "You're no fun. What are we supposed to talk about? Football? The size of our… shoes?" *** I discovered several years ago that I was a night runner. There was something about the quiet—well as quiet as you can get in the middle of Seattle—and the hazy darkness along the sound that made me feel stronger, more motivated.

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.