If Beale Street Could Talk Book Novels & Stories

"You haven't heard? Nathaniel's life is falling apart. He's being photographed everywhere drunk, losing his position as CEO of his magazine. The tabloids say he's barely ever home and is on the verge of losing everything." I feel a shock run through me. "Why are you lying? That can't be true." "I have no reason to lie to you, Megra," Becca says, her eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction. "By the way, has moving to Stockton made your life better?" A fright takes hold of me at her words. I excuse myself and turn to look at her one last time, noticing the strange satisfaction on her face. It's almost as if her last sentence was a threat, or she knows something.

Seconds after that, "Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller. "To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them. Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing. "Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..." *****

Becca asked him ……………. Walking down the street of New York Joseph could see the tall buildings fall to the ground if he doesn’t do anything, he turned a corner and got into a traffic of people either going to their office or going home to make more money. He could see them all lying on the ground dead or alive and working for the savior.

Alexa POV: Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep “ugh would someone please stop that incessant beeping wait why am I not speaking out loud OMG am I dead is this heaven”! Beep Beep Beep Beep “ there it is again” I stir trying to open my eyes but I can’t, I can’t talk I can’t move I can’t even open my eyes. Wait that voice I hear voices, Colton? Colton’s POV:

“You say something?” Baylee forced a smile. “Just talking to myself.” Heather snorted. “That’s new.” Baylee didn’t answer. Because part of her — the part that had walked between the worlds and come back carrying a mark no goddess could scrub off — already knew the truth she wasn’t saying out loud yet: She wasn’t talking to herself. Not anymore. She was talking to the one thing in this world — and maybe the next — that she would burn the world down to protect.

he said “Since when did you start talking in parables, please cut that shit out” I screamed at him Bella's POV "Babe you have no idea about the predicament that has befallen me, I haven't done anything to deserve this punishment that life has tossed my way. If death is the only option left for me, I will gladly accept because my life is ruined" He said "Alex don't talk like this, I know we have been through a lot but what is life without it's struggles?" I asked

Matilda took a few snapshots of the children singing with the young man who waved as we went by. "You should join in," I said to Cathy, who was hesitating by the door. She loved to sing, even if she could hardly carry a tune. "By all means," Ms. Beale said. "Go on in." The young man looked up and nodded, gesturing for her to come in. Ms. Beale continued down the hall, pointing out cracks in the walls, exposed pipes that were leaking, and the lack of heat coming from the vents. She offered us seats in her cold, small office, papers stacked on the desk in teetering piles. She picked up the phone and spoke into it, asking for tea.

Stops. Movement behavior. The kind of things most people ignored. Congress Heights slid behind him. Then Alabama Avenue. Then toward Anacostia. Each block told a different piece of the same story if you knew how to listen. And Malik did. He stopped at a light near MLK Avenue. Tapped the steering wheel once. Then again. His phone was already out. Encrypted channel open. No hesitation this time. “This wasn’t street-level,” he said. A pause. Then the response came.