Book Alleys Novels & Stories

Without a word, Lissa turned around and left her alone in front of the shop as per usual. Kaylene also turned her back from the shop and make her way home, until there's a little tug in her little heart. Though this days, it doesn't gave her anything to feel, but the uneasiness make its way, not something she can ignore just like that. Just a few steps into the alley, pairs of boots echoed in the air, and nonsense as it sounds, the usually crowded street also empty, and as dangerous it sounds, the boots just crossing, passed the alley she was in… A good big buffy men in black and ripped jean… Cliche…

*Warning: This chapter contains material you may find distressing, including coarse language and depictions related to themes of sex, rape, abuse and violence. ***** RUM They took the first turn. Which means they'll end up at the alleyway a few lanes from B.A.D's back alley. That's the darkest corner around here, easy to miss, and even easier to rob, take a sniff, kill… and rape. I stepped out from behind the lamp post. Stingy motherfuckers. Can't pay the hookers so they grab any pussy from the streets.

She said, just having lunch at her house. The alley was getting narrower because the houses on both sides of the alley. Maybe not more than half a meter wide. Let alone motorbike passed, pedestrians only have to pull over in the opposite direction. The funny thing was there were so many doors that directly face the alley. Zoya didn't expect Mrs. Fateema to live in an area like this. She must have passed through this alley every day so that she memorized the alley like a maze. If Zoya was left alone, she will surely get lost and might enter someone's house. She shuddered a little, the alley was sometimes dark, sometimes bright and like a dead end.

"We don’t have time for this. Come on." He grabbed her wrist—more gently this time—and **led her deeper into the alley.** Artemis guided her through a **maze of backstreets** in near silence. Allie wanted to demand answers, but she knew better than to cause a scene when danger lurked so close. Instead, she **watched** him. His movements were careful, his shoulders tense. He was acting like someone who had been on the run for too long. Finally, they stopped in front of an old, worn-down **apartment building** with a broken light above the entrance. Artemis entered a code into a panel, and the door unlocked with a faint click.

In this town that's famous underground was the prostitute village, no one knew what would happen to the girl dressed in rags walking alone in the night. Crossing the main street with lights still on, Alice hugged her body and turned into a dark alley. Now, the light from the other half of the crescent moon was the lamp that shines for her. In a long alley with sloping, moldy steps, both sides could hear the rat screeching, running back and forth. As long as she was not careful, she may slipped and fell, of course, if she didn't break a bone, she would also dislocate somewhere. At the end of the street was a house, or rather a dirty tent with no door, only a few blankets overlapping to cover

"That....I think Master might check on Eldest young master when he comes home." A/n: Back alley- is the same word for 'street' mentioned in the previous chapters. It is a place where illegal trades and dealings often happened. Manager King's business is also located in Back alley. This is where Suzie spent her teenage years to adulthood after she and her grandmother lost their house.

It’s not like she had anything to fear. Ten more minutes securing that night’s money and she was out using the back door that gave into the alley at the back of the bar. If people thought the front of the bar was creepy, then they hadn’t seen the back yet. The alley was nothing more than a narrow passage between two buildings. It was so narrow and cluttered with empty boxes and crates that it made it almost impossible to get through without stumbling. And to make matters worse, it was dark. There were no security lights, not even the natural light of the moon could make it through because of the way the buildings had been placed.

Ilyria moved quickly down the alleyway, trying to sidestep the worst of the dirt, trying not to think about what type of muck might have passed through it. Her feet, soft from years of walking on marble floors or gently manicured lawns, were soon bleeding from the sharp cobblestones of the street. She felt foolish when one alleyway led into another and then another until she realized that these alleyways were the streets of the city of Idixat. How had she paid so little attention riding through the city on her horse or in a carriage?

"Show me the worst area… " Beta Marvin nodded and led me from the room out to the darkened streets of the city, which at this time of night would have usually been a bustle of crowds of people but was thick with unease and feeling empty. We moved towards the narrow alleyways where the ill had been taken care of, and right in the very core of my stomach, it began to churn in anticipation. Finally, we turned the corner into that alley, and what met my very eyes nearly stole my breath clean.

The cold bit harder outside, sharp enough to sting the raw edges of my anger. I shoved my gloved hand deeper into my coat pocket, the corruption beneath the fabric throbbing like a second heartbeat. The streets here weren’t streets—just alleys strung between leaning buildings, their walls pockmarked with bullet holes and graffiti that read like obituaries. Burn the Cursed. Silver Pays. I kept my head down, my boots crunching over ice and things better left identified.