Novels About Nyc Novels & Stories

New York City. The name itself felt like a promise. The jarring, sound of suitcase wheels rolling over the polished airport tile announced their arrival. Daisy stepped out of JFK’s terminal alongside Vincenzo, the brisk air of New York brushing against her skin. The city was alive… horns blared in the distance, the screech of subway trains hummed beneath them, and people weaved through the crowds with purpose, as if each of them were perpetually late for something incredibly important. It was, after all, truly the city that never slept.

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

It doesn’t help that I’ve been desperate to stay under the radar so my ex-boyfriend doesn’t find me. I hate New York City. The spring air melts into the exposed skin of my arms. I’m glad winter has left the chat. Spring has brought with it warmer nights and no need to carry around multiple layers so I don’t freeze to death. It’s been a welcome change. Sighing, I step off the sidewalk and through the front door of a run-down apartment building. The red brick has seen better days, and the strong stench of bleach in the hallway has me wondering if a murder took place before I moved in. With the neighborhood I’m in, it wouldn’t shock me. If anything, I’m surprised I haven’t witnessed a crime wor

Emma Stone clutched her notebook tightly against her chest, the crisp autumn air biting at her cheeks as she walked down the bustling New York City street. The Blackwood Enterprises headquarters loomed ahead, a towering monolith of steel and glass that seemed to pierce the heavens. Her stomach churned with nerves. This is it, she thought, the interview of a lifetime. Don’t mess it up.

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.

I don’t feel this at ease around men I hire myself and have known for years. “Have you noticed, though, how quiet the street was when we left the apartment?” “It’s early.” “Yeah, but this is New York; there’s always someone outside, no matter how late or how early it is. I don’t think there was even a pigeon on the sidewalk.”

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.

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...”

She also noticed that it wasn’t only his business suit that made him uncomfortable, but the very ambience of New York City, which surrounded them as they made their way through the streets. The crowds, the lights, the noise, the very essence of the city that never sleeps, was as much a part of Rachel’s life as the woods, the dirt roads and the peaceful silence of the country were a part of Alex’s. And although they were sitting next to each other in the back seat of a New York City cab, Rachel felt as though they were thousands of miles apart.

Unlike Brooklyn, New York, which is known as the territory or hometowns for Dons, Mafias, and Capos, Dirty Business Tycoons, Drug Lords and even sex traders, London, England, was a whole new world entirely. After staring at the magnificence and loveliness of the palace for quite some time, I had to board a taxi to my place of destination in search of a man whom I had always looked forward to meeting all my life and for the past seventeen years he had absolutely no hope of my existence. The man called Gregory Obika. Never again would I have to stare at the FBI or the annoying NYPD. Some gangsters in the hood dreamt they could put an end to this cops, but such dreams dare not come true or Arli