Mystreet Characters Novels & Stories

he said and Terry typed away. "Do you have the name of the street?" I asked and he hummed . "It's the oldest street in our pack. The name is Peterson. We named it after the long line of ancestors that lived on that street. " He said and Matthew three his hands up in the air as if in victory. "Could you drop your account details for the bounty money?" I asked and he scoffed. "I don't need your money, Raze" he grumbled. "Get that parasite away from our pack, he is sucking the blood of everyone in this pack." He growled. He hung up abruptly and I leaned forward.

Spring in the city had a cruel way of teasing sunshine but delivering nothing but wind. Her mother looked up from behind the counter with a warm smile. “You’re early.” “Needed the distraction,” Mia replied, shrugging off her coat and looping it over the hook by the staff door. She tucked a few stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear. “Besides, I missed the place.” Her mother gave her a knowing look but said nothing more. The store was quiet. A few regulars were seated in their usual corners. Mr. Baldwin, retired and grumpy as ever, flipping through a worn spy novel near the window. Two university students whispering and giggling over their laptops. Jazz spilled out softly from the speake

"We'll be okay, bro. Don't be so worried about it, " Kings lane, just like Hell's gaze was another crime-filled neighborhood. It was run by the 666 Street mob, so Mikey knew a lot of their young members. He was an only child and he was raised by his mother, after his father, who was a taxi driver got shot by a police officer when he refused to bribe the officer. All his mother wanted was to make him better than she and his father were. Mike was a skinny boy, he was even skinnier than I was back then, and we went everywhere together. God, we had big big dreams back then, we dreamed about traveling the world and seeing places we only saw on our neighbors' televisions. A lot of these dreams cam

With a playful smile put on, she replied, "You asked if they're involved? Yeah! It's at 234th street, in front of an old white bungalow. Sadly, my girls couldn't wait for the police so they kindly left things to be cleaned after. Aren't they very considerate? It's me who taught them that." Misty seemed to be annoyed by her response which showed in her face. However, the girl knew that she couldn't pursue the matter anymore so she wisely chose to state the real reason for going after Maurice.

Although Uncle Brycen took them out, they did not dare to go too far away from the castle. This time, with Sean around them, they certainly wouldn't play around the castle. Sean drove. Along the way, the three children were leaning against the car windows, curiously staring at the streets outside. The buildings of the Grandset were quaint as if it was an ancient world, and there were many hidden families here. Those families had existed for hundreds of years. So, it was normal to see weapon stores and martial arts gyms on the streets. But Molly and the little ones had never seen them before, so they were very curious.

Mia As the car pulled into the driveway, I looked at the house I used to be familiar with and all of a sudden, I almost wanted nothing to do with it. I was happy to walk back into Jonathan’s life, but after telling him who I was, I suddenly wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. The car halted and everyone climbed down. One of the staff carried my bag inside and the first person I met at the front door was Lydia. “Oh how I’ve missed you Mrs. Mysterio..” she sighed, tilting her head to the side as her lips curved into a bright smile.

I gazed out the window and I could see a cluster of people gathered near the end of the block. The sun had long since disappeared and the street was mostly lit by street lights and the headlights from the cars. “Where are we?” I asked Kaden slowly as he turned off the ignition. He flashed me a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Welcome to Street fury, Mia.” Street what now?

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

And I don't have a plan on telling him. I stop when they stopped. I raise my gaze up to see a lighting street. I look around. It looks like it's just around the school but this street is made as if to be a street food. Seah excitedly look at me. "Welcome to Midnight land!" What a weird name. "Who owns this street?" I ask out of curiosity. "Boy, you get me so high Buzzin' like a beehive Just a little kiss, but when it hits my lips

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.