Danger Street Novels & Stories

The stripper scrammed to a corner in a hurry, leaving Vincent alone to face the intruder. The intruder slowly steps out of the darkness near the door and Vincent as the judge who's trying to be just is already shivering. He knew that his profession made him exposed to danger and he'd always tried his best to be safe but right now, he couldn't help but think that Karma had finally caught up to him for whoever judged shall be judged. He couldn't even see the figure clearly, but he can make out the outline of the owner of the deep voice. “What do you want? Name your price.” He said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

*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 could feel his anger still simmering just beneath the surface, and it frightened her. Finally, they arrived at an old abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. Lucas pulled out a key and unlocked the door, leading Camilla inside. The space was dark and musty, filled with shadows and rusted machinery. "What is this place?" Camilla asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "It doesn't matter," Lucas replied, his voice hard. "What matters right now is that we figure out the truth about you and Dorian." As Lucas and Camilla stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, Camilla's eyes widened in shock. She saw workers frantically sealing packages that looked suspiciously like cocaine. The sight sent a

Money Over Trust At 6 PM, the Nurth Strip Club came alive, its pulsating neon lights casting shadows over the grungy street outside. Attorney Jameson Danae parked his sleek black car at the curb, adjusting his tie as he stepped out. The heavy bass from the club’s music reverberated through the air, a stark contrast to his otherwise composed demeanor. As he entered, the thick scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol hit him like a wave.

Stella's POV The atmosphere was jolly, well, as jolly as a street full of the darkest of things could be. There were prostitutes, assassins, arms dealers and almost any expert of any kind of job you are looking for. It was like a whole new world here, there were lights everywhere and the streets were filled with sellers of various kinds of things. No matter what you needed you would find it here at Eclipse Street. The most dangerous criminals both in the human world and the supernatural world came here to make a new life for themselves, it was opened to everyone.

The streets were made of dirt and full of large holes that would have wrecked even the largest truck tires. They didn’t see another soul the entire two dozen blocks they walked. Passing the stores, they made it to the outskirts of all the small huts where he knew they might run into problems. They had had it easy so far, since all the shops were closed. But here, where the small brick and clay buildings had been erected as if thrown together by a roll of the dice, the streets were littered with men. “Stay close,” he whispered as he pulled her closer.

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His voice was barely audible. "I remember buying the ring.” He rubbed his temple. Planning the ceremony..." His eyes narrowed. "...and then..." His face twisted. Pain. Real pain. He staggered back a step trying hard to remember. The photograph slipped from Regina's fingers onto the desk. Alexander pressed both hands against his head. "There was..." His breathing became shallow. "A road..." Rain. A sharp bend. Blinding headlights. The deafening blast of a horn. Metal twisting. Glass exploding. Someone screaming his name.

Brixton pov I walk the streets, danger lurking all around me, in search of fucking Trigger, who I know is out here slinging drugs somewhere to make a living. I pass our usual spot where we make the most money and hear his loud ass voice booming from behind the building, coming from the rundown apartments back there. I'm gonna fucking kill this mother fucker. Best friends or not, he fucking ruined everything I've been working on for years. I turn the corner and spot him right away. A group of fiends surrounds him, wanting to buy whatever drugs he's selling this time. I pull the pistol from my waistband and cock it as I walk right up behind him. He freezes instantly at the sound of the hammer

Initiating an exhaustive search through the most dangerous sections of the industrial territory, I pushed through the swinging doors of filthy dive bars smelling of stale beer and wet dog fur, demanding answers from suspicious rogues. Ignoring the tearing pain radiating from my stitches, I slipped folded hundred-dollar bills into the grease-stained hands of armed street mechanics, showing them the digital profile of the historian. The grim setting of the Eastern Pack was unforgiving, filled with desperate individuals who refused to share their secrets without a financial bribe. After four exhausting hours of searching the rain-soaked streets, the fragile trail vanished. Cornering a scarred r