Urban Novels & Stories

Nova Just like every morning, I made myself breakfast and went back upstairs to get myself ready for work, today, in a black and white checkered short skirt and jacket with a black top beneath. I grabbed my car keys on my make-up table and went downstairs to grab my pancakes in a small plate and made myself a cup of coffee, then made my way to my car. My neighbor was out again like every day, we did the good morning waves and I got into my car, straight to work.

🧁ARIA 🧁 I paid the Cab driver immediately I got to the Address and as he drove ,a frown appeared on my face . I checked my phone to confirm if it was the address and my blood boiled at the thought that he actually set up a meeting in a night club . Who does that ? What does he take me for ? I wondered frustratedly as I called him . " Pick up Frederico ....! " O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out .

ZURI POV I grimace as I rub the dry and cracking spots on my sore fingers. I am tired, but I won't complain. Coming to the big city was the best chance to make money for my brothers and sisters, but the work isn't easy. Every day I clean and scrub the boss lady's house until I can't find a dirty spot, but the next day I have to do it all over again. My boss lady is fair to me. She pays me good money and she gives me a small room. I am able to send a good amount of money home to my younger siblings.

she muttered to herself walking towards the fridge glancing around her one room apartment. She couldn't afford a luxurious life like the rest of the girls her age because she was also taking care of her family back in Seattle. Moreover, her pay was not too extravagant to spend on a luxurious life. Hardly had she opened the can of soda when her phone began to ring. " Won't you all let me live in peace?" She hissed angrily before picking it up, not bothering to look at the name. " Hello" " Unique eyes, did you forget about me after you got home?" Liam asked excitedly from the other end.

I quickly put on the same kind of uniform as Elsa; which comprised of a dirty brown leather sleeveless top, matching pants that fit her slim body quite well and boots. We live in a lovely City, if you like a messy landscape with old rusty machines scattered about the whole place. Well not entirely the whole place just our side of the city, then it is lovely indeed. You see, our city has two residential areas, the Lower district and the Higher district. The Higher district has pretty houses, properly planned and laid out roads that we can only admire from afar because we are not allowed to just go in there when ever we want. Our own district which is the Lower one, isn't as pretty, the houses

"It's Terry speak... What? You're serious?... Well, that would make this even easier, I will let him know." "What's the news Terry?" Torento asked interested. "Berlin found out from the neighborhood, the last Amanda is even closer than we thought, she's here in Mexico, with her boyfriend."

I mean yes, Kerem is also supportive but when a brother allows his sister to date a guy he doesn't even know is just unbelievable. My family believed Kerem. They even liked him. Amar and Hudson are in the same age so they talked a lot about cars and stuff. Amar likes talking about cars since he was a kid. All guys played soccer or some sport but not Amar. He hanged out with one friend whose father worked as a car mechanic. You always found him in the workplace of his friend's father. I didn't know Hudson likes cars too. But actually, it was obvious because he has a red old timer mustang and he drives like anybody is in his way. Just like Amar.

It took almost 2 months for me to recover from that shock and pain. I check the time, it is almost 9 and if I don't make it to Amber's place on time, she will get worried. It is only 30 minutes drive to Merced. So, I turn on the music and turn around the driveway.

He still waits for me to reply. : What about dinner later? I'll pick you up. I heard you're working at MC building. ; Okay. Pick me up at 6pm. : Okay. Thank you, Ayesha. :) ; No prob. I ended the text and went back to work. A few hours later, when I checked my phone again, I didn’t realized that time slipped by quickly. I sulked thinking my husband is so busy arranging everything on France. I checked our thread of conversation earlier morning and the last message I received was:

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