Novels About New York City Mga Nobela at Kwento

I have a lot of plans and potentials for my life, I guess it’s about time I left home. I arrive at the city quite late and manage to locate the café Sonia asked to meet at. As I alighted from the cab and onto the bustling streets of New York City for the first time, my heart begins to race with anticipation as the city’s energy hits me with a vibrant and electrifing wave. I can't help but notice these really tall buildings that seem to be made of glass reflecting the beautiful sun set, creating a dazzling display of light, how there are a lot of people on the road, everyone going by their business, no one really paying attention to the other. There is a thick smell of mud in the air and cars

Chloe said with amusement, "he could, I don't know, tell us something about his life in New York.” Everyone turned to see me intrigued, even Emma herself wanted me to blurt out something. "There aren't very interesting things to tell," I said to get out of the way. "Come on, you lived in New York, so you must have a lot to say about your experiences in the city," Callum said before taking a big sip of soda. "Libraries are one of the best things about it, from the public library to the Morgan Museum, they're beautiful places," I admitted, saying something true. “There I supplemented more about computers; I met many people who were looking for something and I became known for...”

"I'm not going to say anything. I'm going to be professional, do my job, and show them that I'm doing perfectly fine without Patrick's lying, cheating ass." "That's my girl! What about work stuff? Any new projects?" Now I felt genuinely excited. "Actually, yes. I've been working on this story idea. 'The Crime of New York.' It's about organized crime in the city, the families that run it, how it affects regular people." There was a pause. "That sounds... dangerous, Lauren. Are you sure that's a good idea?" If she only knew how close to home it hit. "It's just research, Soph. I'm not going undercover or anything crazy. Just investigating from a journalistic perspective."

It had been just over a week since I started, there's not much to say, it was normal, in addition to me loving it, the great and international Editors Desires & Cities of Visionairy, the biggest publisher not only of Lovecraft of Desires, next on the other side of downtown New York, which is located in the southern tip of the state of New York, in the northeast of the United States, approximately halfway between Washington, DC and Boston, the largest in America, with headquarters throughout the European continent . Some time ago, this company had managed to be in the ranking of the largest in the USA by inserting itself throughout the European continent, where I still couldn't believe my luc

Evelyn’s POV The city hit me like a fistful of cold wind. After days of sun-warmed skin, barefoot walks, and nights spent under skies thick with stars, New York felt sharp—too loud, too fast. Even the air tasted different, metallic where the Bahamas had tasted like salt and fruit. Damian’s arm stayed around my waist as we stepped out of the private car. The Blackstone Tower loomed above us, its glass shimmering in the winter sunlight like something untouchable.

Breaking apart reluctantly, they each collected themselves and after silent nods of solidarity with one another, Andrew opened the door. “That won’t be necessary. I can manage these, if you wouldn’t mind finding a trolley for our trunks, please.” ** Row after row of tall buildings casting their shadows along the wide New York avenues made the city seem dense and close, dingy and gray, especially after the open skies and ocean-freshened, sunny spaces of California. The public works that the mayor, Fiorello La Guardia had worked so tirelessly to ensure—planting trees and building parks and playgrounds, clearing alleyways and taking care of trash—things she’d always before seen as tremendous be

The mountains in the distance that seemed to have endless peaks which projected towards the heavens. These scenarios seemed to only appear in fairy tales, maybe Cinderella or probably in the countryside of London because unfortunately, this was no fairy-tale story. This was Manhattan — an industrial city right in the hearts of New York City, one of the busiest places in the entire U.S. Although, Emerald and Oriana's apartment was situated in the less busy parts of the city, that didn't hinder the hubbub that currently made its way into Emerald's ear canal as she laid still in her bed, her eyebrows furrowing as the hullabaloo seemed to escalate even more.

“That’s right. Nowadays, whenever criminals hear the name of the Death Inquisitor, they can’t help but feel fear in their hearts. The death crime rate in New York City has plummeted and is ranked first among the most civilized cities.” Meanwhile, at the NYPD… Adolf’s words made Monica frown. Judy saw his expression and said, “Let me make you a cup of coffee!” When Judy returned, Monica muttered, “I really want to know the secret of the Death Judge.” “What?” Ross seemed to have been triggered by a sensitive nerve. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. The others also turned their heads. Willie scratched his head and said, “There really is a secret!” “It’s not just a secret. It’s a big secret,”

Liam I stared out at the vast city stretching in front of me. New York was special. There was a different charm to it. But at the same time the vastness of the city also has the capabilty to make you feel weirdly empty and alone sometimes. While I really don't feel lonely often because I don't have any time for that in the first place, I wouldn't say that I wasn't alone.

I hail a taxi and give them the directions to my fifth avenue loft. I was very fortunate to find this apartment so close to my publishing building. I can quickly walk to work when I am here. Vampires in New York are more common than humans might think. The city that never sleeps creates perfect hunting grounds for Vampires. That is another reason for my being here. The last thing I need is for someone to take an interest in her as something other than a mate does. She could easily be hurt or killed here. Humans that walk around here, are living in a Vampires buffet zone.