Novels About New York City 소설 & 이야기

I looked back at my menu and tried not to smile. New York was different from Paris. Paris had been romantic by design, but New York didn't care. New York had its own agenda and you either kept up or got out of the way, which was somehow its own kind of magic. I'd always loved it here. Even during the hard years, even when the apartment Enzo and I had shared felt more like a waiting room than a home, there was something about the energy of this city that made you feel like anything was still possible if you moved fast enough. Tonight it felt that way again.

CHLOE'S POV (New York City) The morning sun was barely hitting the pavement of Manhattan, but I was already sitting cross-legged on my bed, the glowing screen of my phone illuminating the dark room. My eyes were furiously scanning the headlines of The Manhattan Ledger and three different high-society blogs, my jaw clenching tighter with every word I read.

One that I chose not to reply to. New York was always busy, always something going on. It was a tourist destination and had its own reputation of the glitz and glamor. People saw the New York above ground. Even the seedier parts. The homeless population always skyrocketed with the rise in the cost of living. People thought that they were the underbelly but that was a joke. They put on blinders and refused to look any further. Because if they did, they would find a gun pointed back at them.

Chapter 157: Pizza Although he knew that New York is supposed to be the 'city that doesn't sleep,' Hunter was mildly surprised that the sidewalks were nearly as busy at eight o'clock at night as they had been in the afternoon. After they'd dressed in Poppy's loft bedroom, they'd left the apartment heading in the same direction from which Poppy had come after work.

I concentrated very hard on the link and heard him thinking about some men, I picked up the words criminals, homeless and death. It all sounded like gibberish to me but it was better than nothing. "Lucian, I heard him thinking about criminals and homeless people. Does that ring a bell?" I asked Lucian after losing the connection. "hmmm.... that sounds like features of the rough parts of the city" he murmured, deep in thought "What part of the city would be filled with criminals, homeless people and all manner of bad people?" Lucian asked me "well, it certainly can't be Manhattan. I heard Hell's kitchen is probably the toughest part of New York" I said, but not very sure.

LEONARDO'S POV Manhattan. The urban wilderness I had chosen to conquer. To me, it wasn't just about success; it was about unapologetic dominance in the heart of the city that never sleeps. New York was my kingdom, and I aimed to rule its underworld with an insatiable hunger for power.

Abigail clarified as she fastened her seatbelt. Jose began driving while Abigail gazed around the city. For the very first time that she arrived in New York, they were passing through a road, unlike the regular bridge that led to Lust, which she was tired of seeing. Tall buildings and skyscrapers were the iconic landmarks of New York, with people and passersby going about their daily business. "Did Mr. Rizzo tell you about the party on Wednesday?" Jose began a conversation as he stopped at the traffic light sign.

L And his kiss came slowly. Softly. Long. In the midst of Brooklyn's chaos, we created our own space. *** It was late afternoon. We walked down a small street, entered an old bookstore, then sat in the park sharing hot dogs. "You know, I used to think New York was just a pretentious city," I said. Matt turned to me. "And now?" "Now... this city has become a place to fall in love." He put down his hot dog and stroked my hair, which was blowing in the wind.

Eugene stood in front of the glass windows, gazing at the darkness gradually falling over New York. At some point, New York became completely enveloped in darkness. Twinkling lights adorned New York's night streets. Viewed from above, New York looked like a city made of glittering jewels, making it impossible to imagine the blood, death, and war seeping into its every corner. But Eugene already knew New York's dirty, dark back alleys that were completely different from its appearance. In the stinking, dark back alleys, a man gasping for breath begging for his life, and a killer smiling as he pulled the trigger.