Mystreet Aphmau Characters Novels & Stories

Healers and helpers crowded him, trying to hold him down. but that was not what made me pause… It was the person that was on the stretcher. my heart froze. James. Master’s former Beta. He was infected. *************************** The night air was thicker and colder than I remembered. My feet matching the damp soil was the only sound around me,as I cautiously made my way back home. My brain was still trying to come to terms that James, a proud wolf and master loyal Beta, had been infected.

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

Somebody spent a lot of money so they could look sloppy. He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, thanks. I was thinking maybe I could pull a decent grade in this class if I had study partners who actually want to, you know, study.” He flashes me a grin, and I can’t help but grin back. He’s got that kind of personality that makes people feel easy. “I’m Dean Saunders.” “Mia Casteel.” I don’t know what gave me the confidence to announce my name like that before he even asked. The girls introduce themselves, too. Zoe obviously thinks he’s cute—which he is—and Posey immediately jumps in as the group leader.

"She brought her brothers over after luring me to come to her place. They sprang on me the moment I entered the door and beat me until I was at the point of death. Maka chukwu, I still wonder how I got home." Ouch! His story was funny but I didn't laugh. I had other issues I needed to deal with and it messed with my emotions. I wasn't one to show my emotions but Amara's character was growing on me, hence the changes. "Guy, I'm really hungry right now. Apart from your kitchen, can't I find any good restaurant that sells well cooked Nigerian food. I can't cope with the meal you served me," He complained as I regarded him for a while.

“I thought he meant something to the people here and the least you can do is protect him.” “How can we protect him when you are weak?” Bathilda shot back. “The people follow you, and if anything happens, it is on you.” Amber clenched her jaw and stared hard at Bathilda. After few seconds, she said, “I am not your Hedda or Kyra. I am just a simple girl living a simple life in Meadow Street and having a bonfire with my friends before you all came and ruined it for us. I am Amber Willow and I don’t belong to your world. I don’t belong here.”

I return my apron, wash my hands, dry them, then pick up my bag. I still had a few more minutes before Hyaden gets downstairs, so I decide to go meet Miss Sasha. On my way there, I'm lost in thought, so I don't see the person coming infront of me. By the time I realize its already late, and I bump into her. Loreen Murphy.

Amara yelled in rage. “B*tch, don’t you dare insult him!” A slim figure appeared. Her face was cold and stern. It was Myst, one of Dustin’s Dragon Guards. She could not stand anyone insulting Dustin, and her anger had reached its limit. If Amara was not part of the Wyatt family, Myst would have killed her without hesitation. Slap! Myst slapped Amara hard across the face. Amara was shocked. She had never been treated like this before. “Ah! I’ll kill all of you!” Amara went mad and tried to fight back.

Around here, Chantal and her mom had faced some not-so-nice things from the neighbors; maybe one of the reasons they'd left though they hadn't gone too far. I'll never understand that. How just a short distance away people could be more accepting than their counterparts. I looked back down the stairs tentatively until I realized what a ninny I was being. Mace is African American, and they all seem to get along just fine. Wolf, too looks like he's mixed with something other than European, but then again, I'm not sure he's not more Wolf than man. He, too, has some kind of strange energy around him.

She smiles warmly at my attempt and I'm thinking she looks even prettier while smiling. "I'm Rhy, daughter of this town's leader. And this place you are standing in is known as Wildernest." Okay that explains all the personalities. "Oh, so that explains why all the people here are like you." She nodded at my conclusion. "I'm Amber for the record. Nice to meet you Rhy and thanks for helping me out. If it weren't for you Fluffy and me would be wandering this place as ghosts then." Damn, I got the chills even saying it out loud.

With the golden sun that flooded over all of NYC and Javaughn's Hearth and Care Bare and the car where she was, she knew deep in her heart that her time was running up and yes, it was. "Hello!? Do you hear me?" Amaya shot at the police man that drove comfortably to a place he was so sure of. He was confident, almost cocky and pretended to be deaf to Maisie's talks, "I demand to talk to my uncle, Daquan Hillevi!" After about two hours, we came to a halt. From my calculations, we were in the outskirts of NYC. We were pushed out of the cars with tons of swear words as our only motivation.