Novels About New York City の小説・ストーリー

Lucien I was sitting in the armored black SUV, eyes staring out of the window. The Statue of Liberty facing me. It feels as if she’s staring straight through me, knowing what I’m aiming for. New York is slightly different from Chicago. The city is bustling with more life. The relentless noise of yellow cabs, sirens, and millions of people rushing blindly through concrete canyons. Now that I conquered Chicago, I can’t help but feel like perhaps New York can be our next target, but of course we need to finalize everything regarding our last territory expansion.

Her life in New York was a mix of new beginnings and old feelings, each day a step towards self-discovery. Jane spent her first winter in New York engrossed in her work and learning to live with the city's biting cold. The city, draped in a white blanket of snow, was a sight to behold. From ice-skating in Central Park to enjoying hot cocoa from street vendors, Jane was starting to fall in love with the city.

Inez's P.O.V New York is the place I never dream of, but my dream person is here in this city, and I know that I will never be able to see him in my whole life. New York is the city of joy for tourists, the city of sleepless nights for jobbers, the city of dreams for teenagers, and the city of toys for the mafia... It was Sunday evening when I was on my way to the park. That's the only place where I can see genuinely smiling faces in this city.

April's POV It had been a week and a half since I’d arrived in New York, and already, the city felt like it was stitching me back together, piece by piece. My mornings had a rhythm now: a cup of coffee cradled between my hands as I sat on the gallery's front steps, watching the endless stream of people passing by. Each face, each hurried footstep, reminded me of how easy it was to lose yourself in the hum of the city, and in a way, that was exactly what I needed.

The city lights flickered beneath the towering glass walls of Ethan Blackwood’s penthouse. New York stretched endlessly beyond, a labyrinth of ambition and danger. And yet, in this carefully curated space of luxury, it was just the two of them — predator and prey, business and desire entwined.

"So ... You are my bitch. CHAPTER 1 New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time. In fact, not a few people made the night a time for activity, whether it was for work or just having fun. Just like now, even though it was almost early morning, it did not dampen new people's enthusiasm about starting their activities. It wasn't a surprise because not a few of them made the night their daily routine. What about Jean? She was the same as them. She turned night into day and day into day. It made no difference to her because she had to do activities such as working for a living in a metropolitan city day and night.

A breathtaking, marvellous, almost frightening dream that made her feel like some fake, unlucky living thing. Amelia had never seen a city before, she was astonished to see new things appearing in front of her eyes. "You see this? This is New York, your destiny.." Richard stared out of the window, then turned his face to her, and scoffed. The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noise, streets, and alleys. You could hear the incessant honking of the vehicles. It was a city of wide avenues and small places to sit and eat, to relax as folk went about their day. There were the sky towers in the centre, what was once thousands of homes now took up less ground space than an old shopping mall.

But this new thinking may be an even better way, so he decided to let it play out and see what happens. New York City was another eye opener for everyone. The skyscrapers, neon lights everywhere, and the difference in adjoining neighborhoods! China Town next to Little Italy, and then a few steps away Germantown! It was a glorious city full of wonders none of them had ever seen. Once again they arrived on the weekend. This gave them a couple of days to get their bearings before starting work on Monday.

And my letter goes like this; "Dear Nathalie; New York City has been a wonderful place so far. Several towering buildings are implanted on top of the crust. Your cemented streets are always busy with those moving vehicles. Aside from that, I met the first human who is not on my list. Please be informed that I just got back to my hometown after the unsuccessful meet-and-greet with you. Sadly, unfortunate events greeted me when I reached your homeland. Funny but I got locked up in the human's holding cell the day before your birthday. I was forced to shift into a wolf right in front of my inmates. What's more interesting about my experience in New York was that I got hit by two silver bullets

They were both Morrocans, returning to work here for six months. Minnela and Connel Gerber, oil company engineers relieved to be back home. That’s the look no one questioned. It implied they traveled back and forth from Morocco enough times a year, they had made themselves a home in the Eastern African country. Now she was sitting at the bench, haplessly surveying the surroundings. New York was beautiful. In an over-crowded, ‘we are but cogs in the cosmos’, and anonymity is fearsome as it is liberating sort of way. Jodie had never seen something so lively and dull at the same time. As if people, all of them, walking couldn’t connect to this city from one single vertex, they’d all have to do