Aphmau Mystreet Season 1 Novels & Stories

It didn’t matter if this was my first time—I knew I deserved better. Frustration and anger churned within me. My thoughts spiraled, replaying the injustice, and suddenly, my head throbbed with a sharp pain. It was so intense, like my skull was splitting open. I gasped, clutching my head, but before I could fully react or even say anything, everything around me went dark. I could faintly hear my mother's panicked yell, her voice cutting through the growing darkness. It was soon followed by a wave of commotion—people scrambling, voices overlapping in worry. But as quickly as it came, the chaos began to fade, growing distant until it vanished completely.

she muttered just loud enough for Cristy to hear, “All that money. All that bloodline. For what?” Cristy didn’t look up. She merely buttered her toast. Then, ring.....ring.... Amara’s phone vibrated on the table. Everyone froze. She rarely used her phone. In fact, most believed she didn’t know how. Amara’s eyes flicked to the screen. A number. Unfamiliar. But she knew exactly who it was. Without missing a beat, she gasped theatrically, snatched the phone, and beamed. “Hello? Is this a delivery for me?” she said in a high, sugar-sweet voice. Ayah raised an eyebrow. Victor didn’t lift his eyes.

“The difference between the bloodlines is staggering. One looks like a gorgeous forest prince, while the other looks like a rogue ghost that crawled out of a silver grave.” “I get the mafia game now—Amara is the star, the main act of the Mensah Clan. Rapha? He is just the punchline. The tragic joke everyone tunes in to laugh at.” The digital chat room, restricted to cold lines of text, can barely contain the flood of reactions. Had the pack viewers been standing in the same wooden room, it would have sounded like a total madhouse—laughter crashing through the trees like thunder, heavy chairs scraping back in shock, alphas slapping wooden tables, wiping tears from their eyes. It is a complete

before strutting out of the room searching for his best friend. He found him waiting for him by the elevator and asked "what's wrong with the shipment??" The man gave him his phone. Damon's hand tightened around the electronic in anger as he watched the video playing on the screen. It showed a shootout between his men and another group from an unknown division before they escaped with two of his trucks. “Find whoever is responsible and bring him to me, I'll make an example out of him” he ordered, through clenched teeth and gave the phone back to his friend just as the elevator doors opened before stepping inside.