Novels About New York City Novels & Stories

has she forgotten that we have to stay away from everyone to not get lost in anybody's plan? "Nothing, I will just stick to reading one of my favourite books and pretend that this world doesn't exist for me." I looked outside the window while glorifying the weather here. the most astonishing time of new york city is when all the tall buildings are not enough to hide our emotions and we let go of ourselves in the beautiful weather here. I have always looked up to all the tall buildings, their surroundings, to all the big malls and stores, to everything where my eyes could land but the harsh truth is I have always looked down, never had the guts to look up or to buy anything.

V I watched the sun set over the Hudson, the skyline turn from a bright molten gold to a dark indigo as the stars lit up one by one, like fireflies coming to life. New York City has always intrigued the supernatural. Not only was it filled with overflowing life energy, but the sheer hustle and bustle of the daily life of the commoners left little time for people to speculate. Which was a huge advantage for the supernatural creatures. No one cared when someone staggered home at five in the morning. No one asked questions when a teenager, barely an adult, got into a fancy car with a stranger, wearing next to nothing and yet still succeeding in sparkling brighter than the sun. And most importan

New York City, despite all that has made it such a monument to the world, can be considered dirty or too habitual of a place to find the need to go on adventures in. But to Bradley it was everything. The first becomings of a boy turning into a man, the hum and drum of every person on the streets living out a life so uniquely and wonderfully theirs. The universe does not make mistakes when it comes to the lives of the little folk, and New York is the home of these little folk. Every star studded collar and bright eye presenting a unique point of view of the city, no matter the limitations pressed upon them. New York was home, and the fact that it was now the setting of what appeared to be a r

- "Continue what you were doing. Don't rest until you find out everything she's been doing in the last few weeks." ** The lights of New York were known throughout the world. The city was alive with people bustling about and never, ever still. It was a place famous for everything it showed, but few people knew what New York hid. Few knew the shadows of the brightest city in the world. The shadows were in the suburbs, in the isolated areas where not even the sun reached. Where the streets were muddy, the buildings were abandoned and the people cried without hope.

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“I’m too full from lunch. I’ll pass.” We said goodbye to Carlos and continued walking. Nathaniel scanned the streets while I tried to devour the ice cream before it melted. “You know," I said between spoonfuls. “New York is way more crowded than San Francisco. I expected a lot of people, but not this many.” “You should see the subways during rush hour.” Nathaniel replied. “It’s very chaotic.” I smiled sheepishly, biting into the wafer cone. “Believe it or not, I’ve never taken the subway before.”

DARIUS’S POV The city of New York didn’t care that a mountain had just exploded upstate. To the millions of people scuttling along the sidewalks, it was just another Tuesday. The morning commute on Wall Street was a grey, grinding tide of expensive suits and black umbrellas. None of those people had any idea that the very ground beneath their polished Oxford shoes was humming with a dead man’s final, bitter grudge. They were worried about coffee and stocks, while I was worried about the end of the world.

About it was a good day's work in the voice that was actually his voice. "I think so," she said. "I think that's the — I think that might be the whole problem." Her mum was quiet. "Or," her mum said gently, "it might be the whole point." She spent the afternoon doing the things that Sundays were for. Laundry. A walk proper, aimless, the kind she'd been doing since she moved to New York and was still discovering things on, the city revealing itself in layers the way cities did when you moved through them slowly enough to actually see. She found a bookshop she hadn't known existed three blocks from her apartment and spent forty minutes in it and came out with two books she hadn't planned to bu

“Forever.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Marco’s smile was real. “No more loops.” Lila’s nod was solemn. “Family.” Rosa grinned. “Boricua.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME X: THE CITY’S AWAKENING. The ground trembled. Every subway grate in Brooklyn opened. The city roared.