Danger Street Novels & Stories

“The streets will drown in it.” By midday, the chaos had spread across three districts. Shattered glass littered the pavements. Cars burned in alleys, sending plumes of black smoke into the sky. Shops shuttered their doors, children cried from behind locked windows, and men with guns stalked the streets like wolves hunting prey. Damian led his men into the fray, Adriana at his side despite his protests. The roar of engines echoed off the buildings as their convoy of black cars sped through Moretti territory. Bullets rained from rooftops, sparks flying as metal kissed metal.

she inquired feeling stressed. Serene didn't reply immediately. "Mom, its a long story. I will tell later. For now, stay safe" she urged. They spoke for a bit before the call was disconnected. Shelby glanced towards the window, but didn't dare to peek outside again. .... On the other hand, Driston slipped outside the apartment in which he ended up killing the girl and her roommate. He slipped out of the room the next night as if he is innocent. His luck might be running high, because he crashed into a woman who looked like she is in her late twenties. The grocery bag she was holding slipped from her hands. He insisted on helping the lady with her groceries. While everyone were panicking over

What is it about him exactly that I just can't seem to stay away from? “I understand Kade is exciting and new, babe.” Desiree pressed, her voice softened, a tone she used when she thought I was behaving like a child. “ I do, but despite his young age, Kade is pretty smart and he doesn’t tolerate blackmailers!” “Maybe focus on other people like The Honeycomb, I hear half their wealth is gotten from the mafia!” I wave my hand flippantly, “I think you're giving him too much credit. I practically confessed to him that I stole something from Emilio and he still couldn't decide whether to jump me or cuff me?” “He's a guy, they think with their dicks half the time!”

I waited patiently until Uber arrives; I shared my OTP with driver and asked him to hurry ‘Holy Spirit Hospital’. Yes! Holy Spirit hospital, Stefan was admitted in ‘Holy Spirit Hospital’ because he was SHOT……. I received call from Stefan boyfriend Zachary who informed me that Stefan was shot in chest by few thugs from their locality while they were having their after dinner walk… seeing Stefan bleeding to death Zachary with help of passerby admitted him in ‘Holy Spirit Hospital’ where free medical facilities are provided to people in need, Stefan and his boyfriend ‘Zachary’ lives in ‘Fallen residential area’ which is lowest ranking and dark residential area of New York city, all thugs, drugg

She took out her cell phone and turned on the torchlight and so did Celeb, and they began heading forward through the pathway, at each side were different trees and it was so dark, one can feel danger lurking there. "Katherine, tell me one thing..." Celeb fastened his footsteps to catch up with her, his eyes still darting from left to right. "Why are we here?" He asked. Katherine exhaled sharply, she looked forward. "I’m here to clear my head." She told him and Celeb blinked, it was insane to come to this dangerous place just to clear her head. He made a face and looked at her again. "Hold on," He thought of what she said and spoke out again. "You are here to clear your head when there are l

He wouldn’t judge me and would understand my motive for lying to my parents and why I came here, I hoped. "We're here" His voice cut through my thoughts and I looked out the car while unstrapping the seatbelt. The ride didn’t even last ten minutes and we were standing in front of a small convenience store that stood in the center of the street we're at with the yellow police tapes that state boldly in block black letters 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS" The small building was the only one in that side of the street and it was surrounded by houses that were desolate and unoccupied and looked like they would collapse to the ground with just a single touch. There were buildings on the other side of t

With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head. He weakens but try to stay strong. That makes me give him another round and kick him to the floor. He holds his head in pain and I stare at him breathing heavily. I decide to react quickly incase the people outside heard anything or get suspicious. Forgetting my bags, I sneak out of the apartment. The two men dressed in all back stand before an expensive car gisting, yet obviously conscious of the environment. Seeing this, I could tell Collins was going to get hell of a fortune from trading me to them.

There was nothing left to say, not with the body cooling on the ground and the same unanswered question hanging in the air it always did after encounters like this one: *who is he, really? --- Across the city, in a part of it that couldn't have felt further removed from abandoned factories and electric chairs, the night pulsed with music and neon light. The club shimmered in shades of violet and pink, glass railings catching the glow of a hundred shifting lights as bodies moved and laughter spilled out over the bass. "*drags Van*" Lance Ivory tugged his best friend along by the sleeve, grinning. "Come on, it'll be fun." "*getting dragged* Are you sure?" Van asked, clearly less convinced.

Kian shouted as soon as we entered, there was a storm in his eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hurt our Drea and you did!” It was then I realised just how botched my attempt at hiding the bruise on my forehead and even more at the small stitches. “Kian it wasn’t-“ But he was immediately distracted by a certain famous mode, “Hello there handsome,” Valerin’s smooth voice bubbled through the café. And Kian almost died, “One coffee as black as that sonovabitch’s heart.” “Coming right up,” Kians gaze snapped to me, “He does anything and I cannot be held responsible for what hot liquids happen to fall in his direction,” I laughed lightly.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.