Aphmau Characters Mystreet Novels & Stories

“Who wouldn’t feel good? It’s been my dream to save people, just like it’s your dream to go to Paris and be a doctor. When you become one, you’ll feel good doing things like that too just like me.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to be just like her. I shook my head slightly and bit my lip before speaking. “I don’t think we have the same dream. You can’t heal everyone—just wolves.” Amber paused and turned to me. Her expression was unreadable. “You remind me of her,” she said, pointing at me, then continued walking. Curiosity was one thing I couldn’t handle. “Who?” I asked, rushing to catch up. “My friend. Her name was Mae,” Amber replied. “She was a runaway.”

Today, it might not be helpful, but you never know what will happen in the future. After making sure that Miss Martin had indeed left, that her shadows could not be seen and she was out of earshot, Sierra sits back at her chair and resumes the interrupted listening. Alek was talking to an unfamiliar female voice and they were talking about business. Maybe her knowledge about Octagon Solutions was limited but she knows enough to understand that Alek is not just the kind of employee he says he is. Taking notes of deliveries and unclaimed packages? Listing down the monthly revenue on their branch? It was stupid of her to believe so.

"Boss, the accident scene has been searched." "Did you find anything?" Draven's voice trembled. "The car was burned out. We found some remains." "And... an ID card." "But it's too charred to be sure..." When his man handed him the sealed evidence bag, he saw the blackened ID card inside. The card seared his hand like a branding iron. Although most of it was unrecognizable, he could still make out the faint letters of a name: Jasmine Blakemore.

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

He seemed so secretive, but damn, he was so handsome. Keeping the phone aside, I got off the couch and looked outside through the window. The moon was shining gloriously. I looked at the peaceful sky and mumbled with a smile, "Stay happy, Lance Storm. Thank you for being my mafia rescuer." I would always pray for him because he saved me from having a traumatizing moment. Shivers ran down my spine even at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't appeared on time. I would be lying on the cold ground, in a pool of blood—either physically dead or alive but mentally dead.

I wondered what Amon would have done to me had I come here looking for him before going to Darick's location. A chill breeze whistled through the air. There was a darkened laundromat off to my left with bits of trash along the street. An empty liquor bottle rolled along the pavement like something you would see in a horror movie before the main character gets killed. I heard the screeching of the front door and saw Amon's spiked mohawk as he opened it. "Ahh, Gwen. I'm glad you received my letter," he said as he walked down the steps.

Somebody spent a lot of money so they could look sloppy. He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, thanks. I was thinking maybe I could pull a decent grade in this class if I had study partners who actually want to, you know, study.” He flashes me a grin, and I can’t help but grin back. He’s got that kind of personality that makes people feel easy. “I’m Dean Saunders.” “Mia Casteel.” I don’t know what gave me the confidence to announce my name like that before he even asked. The girls introduce themselves, too. Zoe obviously thinks he’s cute—which he is—and Posey immediately jumps in as the group leader.

All that keeps me is my determination to get back to Trinity. "What you say, we let him out of his agony," the mystery man says. The first mam starts lifting the thing off my head. Through swollen eyes, I can make the faces of four people out. The first two that I know by now and two others that come clearly into focus once my eyes have adjusted to the light. I can clearly make the face out for Sloane, but then… "Why the fuck are you here?"

Agent Hernandez whispered to Amy as if he was a doctor. “I was inside a game,” Amy uttered her question through her weak voice, trying to remember. She stared at Agent Hernandez with some light returning to her. “I remember you. You’re my colleague and you’re not human. I make fun of you, calling you my little Astro Boy.” Amy smiled a little as she ran her slender fingers across Agent Hernandez’s chin.

It is just to ensure that I can defend myself in this corrupted world and ensure that my fear of guns doesn’t creep back…Right? “Madame, I can’t believe how far you’ve come!” Liam exclaims as he turns around to see a poster of me and my art gallery which will be launched in a month. “Just a year ago, before I was your PA, I remember how hard you were hustling, burning the oil till midnight to meet amends and the results were not as you expected, clients turned their backs on you and you lost millions in the process but now, a year later, you have everything that you need.” “Call me Amber, Liam, we’re close enough to do so,” I smile at him. “Besides, you and Killian have been of great help,”