West Side Stories Novels & Stories

she said again. When her Mom first told her that she was going to be changing schools, she wasn't happy, she hated being the new girl at school, the one that everyone stared and pointed at but now, she was determined never to let some spoiled brats at Maverick High bring her down. She finished with breakfast, picked up her backpack and went out to the car, her Mom got into the driver's seat and they were off.

​The victory of the Westside bid felt like a crown made of barbed wire. It was heavy, it drew blood, and it marked me as the primary target for every predator in the city—none more dangerous than the man that now leaning against the mahogany frame of my office door.

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

The people of the central district used to wear a necklace of sapphire on which they drew the sign of peace with silver. The people of western district used to carry a golden pocket watch on which they wrote about a legend of Ard's creation. The legend is, "The water has a big role in creation but fire is the one who gives the shape to this world." Thus, that golden pocket watch can tell you the person is actually western.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

Her POV After two hours of eating, joking, story-telling, and paing the bill, Sir Dan stood up and bid us goodbye. "Elderly people needs to sleep early because we wake up early," he said and winked at us. "Provi you would know your way through the rural area at South Bay, right? "He asked his friend. "It's, ok.. If I get lost, there's Waze!" Mr. Dalton stood up as well but he waited for me to follow after Sir Dan.

He froze, visibly taken aback by my question. "What? No, babe, why... what? Why would you even think that?" He sputtered and I couldn't help myself, I laughed so hard. "Relax, I was just teasing you." I nudged his shoulder playfully and he heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief. We ended up laughing about it. We sat down at a table for two, within the west wing of the restaurant. I ordered some basmati rice with shrimp sauce while he went for some spaghetti bolognese, topped with some fine wine. We had our meals in silence.

"It's just something quick. I'll be back by lunch. Will you be staying with us until then, Crimson?" "Ah, I shouldn't inconvenience you guys any further." Crimson replied. "Yeah, he'll stay." I answered for him. "Take care, Aunt Autumn." As Aunt Autumn left, Crimson stared at me with a confused expression on his face. "When did I say that I'll stay?" He asked. "It's the weekend, so you might as well spend it with a friend." I replied. "It's not like you have any plans, do you?" "I don't, but still-" I cut him off.

He said Adam like it was nothing, but inside I was screaming that my husband was good friends with Adam Devonshire! I thought back to the list of Weston’s movies and remembered at least one he did with him. The event began, and I stared in awe at all the cameras that were flying around. It was quite an event. My eyes scanned around the room, trying to keep in my squeals. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass Weston. The opening began, and soon they were running down categories and announcing winners. When one of Weston’s films category came up, his hand clamped down onto mine. The best picture category had some pretty damn good competition, but even without my bias, Westwood Lane knock

Shawn slowly rolled down the glass window,his hand on the steering wheel while the other on the dashboard as he leaned towards the side West was standing to address her. "Hey west! Care to hop in??" Shawn started and west felt the urge to snort. She frown as she pretended as if she heard nothing. 'What's the matter with him now??' West thought as she stared at the other direction. Shawn smirked before sitting back on the chair and removed the car key and opened the door. He slowly made his way towards her. The more he got near,the more West adjusted to the side,not wanting to come near him.