Latrelle On My Block Novels & Stories

“Never in my life have I encountered a mongrel! Are you living in this house? Where is that lovely family who lived here before? What have you done to them?!” More curious neighbors with bad intentions ganged up on Leila. Leila quailed behind the carriage. Arthur wanted to help her but was overwhelmed by criticism for not delivering the milk in the right order. After only a few short moments, everyone on the street had poked their heads out of their windows or came out to watch.

Larissa opened the curtains, leaned against the windowsill, and looked down. Even though the building was pretty high up from the ground, she could clearly make out a police car parked downstairs. Two of them passed by their block and rounded over to the back. Seeing as their block wasn't involved in this, Larissa didn't pay much attention to it. The next day, when she checked the group chat Dylan had added her into along with everyone else who owned properties in Foxtail Garden, she realized that the racket last night had been caused by a woman howling and disrupting the peace under Block 12 in the middle of the night. Her screams had been so loud that the residents of that block were unabl

My attention snaps back to the screen as messages flood in. Aunt Letty: It’s finally happening, isn’t it? followed by a row of celebratory emojis.

Anger boiled inside of me when finally the three girls came into view. "Latreal come here." I snapped. Her footsteps became faster until she was directly in front of me. I grabbed her hand and I shoved it directly to the shield, seeing that she didn't burst into flame irritated me more, she was a human woman who was nothing more than a good time to me. I waited a few seconds and nothing happened. I looked over to Atsila, "Just keep doing it sooner or later they will come see what is trying to get through." He said not taking his eyes off of his precious Stella. "Latreal dear take both your hands and press it against that shield over and over until we hear something." I said. She didn't hesit

"Lilet and Selena got out of the car, while Beta Cedric stayed behind in the car, looking for a good parking place. The sunlight in the afternoon gave the busy town square a warm shine, awash with the smell of freshly baked bread and grilled street food."I think we have to eat first," Lilet replied, putting a light hand on her daughter's shoulder. Selena nodded enthusiastically and walked over to an unoccupied table, while Lilet went to the counter to order.

The doctors could never have guessed that it was my wife, Lilian Barton, who had her people brutalize Wesley like this. Until today, I had no idea that Lilian led an underworld gang in Teravon. She ordered her men to beat Wesley mercilessly. While Wesley cried out in agony, she felt nothing but irritation at the noise and disgust at the sight of his blood. "Blood on a wedding day is the worst omen. This perfect occasion has been ruined by this cursed little thing," she said. She quickly had someone drag Wesley to the hills behind the venue, then turned to clutch another man's hand tightly. "Honey, don't worry. I'll take you to the chapel later to cleanse all this bad luck."

Then at Adia. “Hey,” he whispered to Lila. “Hey, baby girl. That’s me.” Lila giggled and patted his face with sticky hands. Adia had to turn away for a second. The penthouse had never sounded like this. By 10AM the backyard was full of people. Adia’s mom was directing traffic with a clipboard. Kael’s assistant, Priya, was arguing with the balloon guy about helium. Three of Adia’s old baristas were here, now employees at Mbeki & Co.

They staggered through the rain-slicked streets after escaping the burning safe house. Flames still licked the sky behind them. Leila supported Joel on one side while Marcus took the other, his movements sharp with fresh pain. Lena trailed close, her eyes wide with lingering fear. The city lights flickered and died in waves as IZO44 unleashed its retaliation. A city-wide blackout rolled across the grid, plunging blocks into darkness and sowing chaos in the streets.

"You're up." "Yeah. Your cousin gave me permission to go stretch my legs," I said, then added, "though he phrased it like I was a particularly suspicious goat." That made her giggle. "He doesn't trust people easily." "Clearly." I glanced around. "So this is it? The great rebellion?" Lena nodded, unoffended. "It's not much to look at, but it's home. For now." She led me toward a group of people kneeling beside a long pit. They were packing dirt over something shiny it looked like, jagged pieces of metal with holes drilled through them.

"And that it's worth the pain." --- 12:03 PM — Sector A, Commonflux Relay Pavilion Lunch was subdued today, as though the pavilion was waiting with bated breath. Individuals arrived and departed, trading heat packs, filtered water, note-slates. No broadcasts. No monitors. Rhythm alone. Elira sat at the fringe, drawing amendments to the long-cycle route map with a charcoal stylus, sleeves rolled and dirty. Caelan handed her a piece of folded flatbread with greens. "I can handle the next relay drop," he said.