If Beale Street Could Talk Book Novels & Stories

hadn't just protected the university; it had buried this man alive in a bungalow topped with glass shards. "They think I’m bones and dust," Kolade rasped, his voice sounding like two stones rubbing together. "That is why I am still here. But you... you are breathing. You are trending. Every minute you stay here, you leave a trail of digital breadcrumbs for your father to follow." "We're leaving," Becca said. She didn't look at the photos anymore. She didn't need to. "We’re going back to Abeokuta." "Into the city?" I asked, my eyes wide. "Becca, the Enforcers..."

Aleah explained, her tone sincere. "If you’re talking to me because you can stop him from getting out of prison, then fine, I’ll talk. But if you can’t do anything, there’s really nothing for us to discuss," Lea replied bluntly, turning her gaze out the window. Aleah led Lea to a restaurant at the Guevarra Hotel, figuring it was the best place to have a serious conversation. As they walked in, Lea’s eyes widened in awe, taking in the fancy surroundings. Her amazement grew as every staff member they passed greeted Aleah warmly, leaving Lea glancing at her with a curious, questioning look.

It turned his insides into mush. As Caleb stood rigid, it gave Becca enough time to compose herself. She stood away from the door and walked towards the single couch in her room, settling into it. "You still haven't responded, Caleb." She pressed on, trying to steady her shaky voice. Mirroring her position, Caleb sat on the edge of the bed. Trying to not give off any sign of anxiousness. Staring squarely at her, he spoke, "we need to talk, Becca." Becca swallowed a dry spit, "about what?"

“People get so territorial about where they live and who they interact with. Who cares what church someone goes to or what color their skin is? We’re all interconnected. If only they could see what we do.” And then Charles looked at the United States of America. Bev lived on one end, and he lived on the other. But all of a sudden, it didn’t seem like that far a distance. They had come a lot further that morning. He turned his gaze from the window to Bev. She must have noticed the movement, because she turned and held his gaze.

“OK” She hung a left and slowly drove down a dimly lighted street as she talked. “I heard about this place on the web. It’s like an adult bookstore with those little booths where they show dirty videos except the walls are made of clear plastic so the people in the booth can see you and you can see them.” I was dumbfounded. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I didn’t know what to say. Finally I stammered, “Have uh Have you ever done this before?”

Stephen took a look at what she was teaching him and suddenly he put the car to one side. "Do you mean street food?" he was curious and Bea suddenly got out of the car and ran towards the street food vendor. He just took a deep breath and waited for him to return to his car. After a few moments, his cell phone vibrated again and it was about their company. Meanwhile, Bea was busy eating street food when she suddenly looked in Stephen's direction. He noticed that he was talking to someone on his cell phone again and his face was still serious. So he approached him and held out his hand.

Sheila is dark and petite and has a mouth that compensates for her size, speaking way too fast and way too much. Another major change in the last week is that Abe has replaced me as Chideziri's seatmate. He's only succeeded in making the front row as rowdy as the back. And I sure know how Chideziri loved his silence. * What will the news call it, If we sit in the living room, you puncture the gas and I lit the match. What will your mother say, If we were found, In the arms of each other So drugged out we had died.

I almost yelled but closed my mouth with my hand. Still Lacey and Hailey whom I thought were engrossed in their conversation heard me and turned to ask if they did something wrong. With an awkward smile, I waved my hand before pointing a finger to the book in front of me, “I am talking to one of the characters in this book” I responded with a clenched teeth, and at that critical moment Bea still snorted, making me lose my mind. They didn’t waste any time before they continued their conversation after my response while I tried communicating with Bea who was dead silent.

While getting into my car, I’d glanced at my phone one more time and read Beau's message. BEAU: I am sending you an address. Be there, ASAP. I wasn’t a short-text person, but I knew ASAP meant as soon as possible, so I drove like an insane person until I reached the address Beau had sent. The address led me into a slum area on the outskirt of the city. The roads were too thin and there was no way my car was going to fit in. I noticed Beau’s car beside a field nearby and parked mine by his.

“We seed panic on two fronts. Hanlon thinks the wolves are at his door, Vesnik’s empire starts cracking from the inside... And Riko’s crew? They’ll start wondering who’s really pulling the strings.” Morgan exhaled, already bracing for the chaos to come. “Jesus. Remind me never to play chess with you.” Reyes didn’t smile. “It’s not chess, Morgan.” He stared at the board again. “It’s war.” … The dim glow of a streetlamp flickered over Beckett’s hunched figure as he stood beside a rundown phone booth off Farrow Street—out of sight, out of comfort, and far from any patrol routes. The burner phone in his hand felt heavier than it should’ve. Reyes had given it to him an hour ago with just four wor