Novel & Cerita Mystreet Season 7

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

“I’m proud of you.” Seven did not answer. When she was done, he thanked her and went out of the door. Outside, Milkos was waiting. His back against his new car, grinning from ear to ear. Clad in ripped jean shorts and a vintage shirt. The night was breezy so the wind played with the loosely fitted shirt, making his chest visible. Seven’s face brightened at the sight of his friend. “Is this you?” Milkos gagged as Seven walked over. “No, it’s YouTube.” They hugged.

The car rolled on, city sounds gradually settling into the background. “If Sturridge wants to play games,” I muttered, “we’ll remind them who built the damn circus.” We turned onto the Mall road, the air here softer, streets bordered by tall trees and aesthetics. Muddock Street waited at the end like a secret no one talked about. “Straight to Muddock Street after this,” I told Michael. “House 7.” “Yes, sir.” The SUV slowed. Desmond looked like he wanted to say something again. “Sir...” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “With all due respect, are you sure you want to handle this right now? You still need to rest. Even just for mental clarity. You can delegate. You should.”

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

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?

It was now down the hill, turned upside down. Life was so unpredicted, unexpected, and completely twisted in a way that could not be solved. Taking out her new phone from her pocket, she dialed a number and pressed it to her ears, after a few rings, the person picked up the call. "Hello, who is this?" The person spoke from the other side. Mystique licked her dry lips. "Can you send me the address of Dr. Theo?" She requested without bothering to introduce herself. "Misty?" The person called stunned from the other side.

After my brother and fake heir, Damon Stewart, runs someone over, he frames me for it. My fiancee immediately breaks off our engagement and marries him. I'm facing prison time, but Crystal Morgan—my childhood sweetheart who's also a lawyer—resolutely chooses to marry me. She works tirelessly to clear my name, and eventually she gets Damon sent to prison. However, her family runs into financial trouble, and her ailing mother is facing prison time herself. To repay a debt of gratitude, I, an accountant, take the blame for the crime and spend seven years in prison. But on the day I'm released, I overhear Crystal and her mother, Lilian Murphy, talking from behind the gates. "Crystal, Elija

After the car lost control on the highway, the passengers around me were all panicking, calling their loved ones to say what they thought might be their final goodbyes. The airbags had gone off. Glass covered the seats. My hands were shaking as I pulled my burning-hot phone from my pocket. Only after a long while did I finally call Vito Moretti. When he rejected my call, I sent him a text instead. 【I probably won’t make it out of this one. Vito, what a shame that we won’t get to grow old together.】 As I stared at the chaos outside the car window, I was strangely calm. The driver managed to avert disaster, and after I escaped the accident unharmed, I saw that Vito had posted my text on his so

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

Small miracle. James drove. Bisi front. Zara and Daniel back. Bastian in the way back, behind the seats. Covered with James’s jacket. Invisible. “Precinct 7,” Zara said. “Not 3rd. Third took the fake call. Seventh hates Third. Jurisdiction fight means they listen.” James drove. No lights. No sirens. Just a Civic with five broke people in it at four AM. The city was empty. Rain washed. Storefronts dark. One bodega open. One man smoking outside it. He didn’t look at them.