One Fifth Avenue Novel Novels & Stories

"Alright. Here you go. That will be a hundred and fifty Dila." "Here it is Mr. Denver." I handed him 150 Dila and stepped out of his insalubrious car; with my goods; stood, waiting for him to drive off. He put down the front door glass. "Have a nice meal Mr. Sam." He screamed. I did not respond; I promised myself not to do that. 5th avenue was the last street of the city. It was the street where the middle-class citizens of Capital city lived. However, this category of citizens was deemed wealthy, but not as wealthy as the occupants of the rest of the city.

Beyond the glass stretched the glittering lights of the city. Standing outside was Julian. Our eyes met. There was a loneliness about him that had not existed before. He looked like he wanted to come closer. However, he did not dare to. I looked away and turned back to Shane. This time, I met his gaze directly. "I accept." Outside the window, Julian stood frozen for a very long time—long enough to watch Shane reach for my hand, long enough to watch our fingers intertwine, and long enough to watch Shane leap to his feet in excitement and pull me into a hug.

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

Then, my driver sounded the horn again, and this time I think he became mad, because the sound of the horn was so loud, I shudder out of fright, which caused me to prick my index finger and my thumb on the thorns of the rose I’m holding. In pain, I finally waved bye to Mr. Wells, who waves bye as well, then I made my way to the car that was parked on a broad brick path, that is just wide enough for the car to in. this path is just before the fountain at the center of the front yard, and it lead all the way down to main gate, starting from the main entrance of the Mansion. As i walked to the car, my driver, whose name is Aron, I don’t really know his surname and didn’t bother asking; offers t

ISLA'S POV The taxi pulls up to the curb outside Hunt Capital. Fifth Avenue is a canyon of gray steel, but the building looms like a monolith of glass. Forty-two floors of power that I technically control, even if I feel like an imposter in the backseat. I hand the driver a twenty-dollar bill. It’s the last piece of paper currency in my wallet. "Keep the change," I say, though I shouldn't. I step onto the sidewalk. The morning air is exhaust and expensive coffee. Businesspeople stream through the revolving doors, a river of wool coats and ambition.

Within minutes, Antonio pulled into the traffic as we headed into the heart of the big city. "Yeah, I think it has something to do with the theme of the Gala. He has told me little bits here and there but l'm not going to that thing", He shrugged and I chuckled. When we pulled onto the Fifth Avenue, my heart did a little twirl in my chest. This street was known the world over for it's luxurious shopping and here I was. Even as the prima ballerina of New York, I didn't quite feel like I belonged here. "Aleksander gave me this for you", Antonio turned from the driver's seat and held out his hand. "He said you are to buy anything you want with this today",

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.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

Chapter 55 is OBLIVION and it's the beginning of the END! END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

CHAPTER FORTY POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The flight back from Moscow was the first time in five years that the silence didn't feel like a precursor to a scream. The Gulfstream cut through the dawn over the Atlantic, a silver needle threading through a tapestry of pink and gold clouds. Below us, the ocean was a vast, shimmering bluethe graveyard of so many of our enemies, yet today, it looked like a clean slate.