One Fifth Avenue Novel Novels & Stories

The glass tower of Thorne Headquarters pierced the low-hanging Manhattan clouds like a silver needle, reflecting the cold, grey light of a city that never stopped moving. It was a monument to ego, a billion-ton statement that Silas Thorne owned the sky and everything beneath it. ​I stood on the opposite corner of 5th Avenue, the collar of my trench coat pulled high against the biting wind. In my hand, I clutched a designer shopping bag empty, but carrying the weight of a different kind of ammunition. I wasn't the girl in the scuffed combat boots today. I wasn't the hacker in the $4.12 walk-up.

world of high finance began to smell of damp earth and violet resin. Avery stood on the balcony of a now-abandoned penthouse on 57th Street, watching the private helicopters lift off from the rooftops of Park Avenue like a swarm of dragonflies. The wealthy were fleeing to their bunkers in New Zealand and their private islands in the Pacific, desperate to escape a city where the very walls were beginning to "breathe."

Evangeline’s POV Thirty thousand feet in the air. The private jet flew smoothly through a sea of clouds. I sat in a comfortable leather seat, gazing out the window. The sky was a perfect, brilliant blue. The clouds were like soft cotton. For the first time in five years, I felt light. “Miss, would you like a glass of champagne to celebrate?” the flight attendant asked politely. “Yes, please.” I nodded. The golden champagne bubbled merrily in the crystal flute.

The pen tip tore through the paper with such force that it nearly pierced straight through. "Fine, Shania! Just wait. Once you walk out that door, you'll regret it," Grant bellowed. I ignored his powerless fury. I simply packed the rest of my personal belongings into the box, picked it up, and marched through the office with my head held high. My colleagues on either side averted their eyes. No one dared to speak. When I reached the door, I turned back and took one last look at this place where I had spent five years. I recalled the cramped workstations and the messy papers.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

she continued gently, "it might be easier if you try to see this as an opportunity rather than a punishment." I sighed softly. We spoke for a while after that. She tried to calm me, offering small reassurances until the heaviness in my chest eased slightly. Still, everything felt unreal. Five months. Five strangers. And their father, who was known to be insanely rich and extremely strict. Before going to sleep, I found myself thinking about the countless magazine covers I had seen over the years. King in a sharp suit at some gala. Kyle performing on stage with a guitar. Keith smiling at a movie premiere.

Niyi Omobowale sat on her bed covered with glistening white sheets, in her pristine white bedroom, tracing her fingers over the book she was reading for possibly the hundredth time, Something Borrowed by Emily Giffins. The book was very possibly her best book in the entire world, and reading at least a part of it every Saturday morning had become a sort of tradition for her while she waited for Mr John, her piano tutor. Just as she got to the fifth chapter, her door suddenly sprang open with such force it hit the wall behind it. Before she even heard her footsteps she knew who it was. Omolara, her seven-year-old sister, was not one to open a door politely.

I didn't saw it a while ago! I can't still believe, that a freakin'' vase will be the reason on my death! Just wow! I closed my eyes, when she's about to touch me. I'm afraid that she might hurt me. I'm waiting for her touch, to interact with my skin. But I can't feel anything. That's why I tried to open my eyes. *** What? Where am I? A roof filled with sunlight welcomed me. My eyes can't bear the too much sunlight, that's why I'm closing it back and forth. It's all white, is this heaven? What's happening?