Mystreet Season 7 Novels & Stories

He said, looking me up and down. "Great." I replied dryly as I walked passed him, set for patrol. ***** The radio crackled to life as Kyle pulled out of the station parking lot. "Unit 47, we have a domestic disturbance at 1247 Maple Street. Neighbors reporting shouting and possible violence." He reached for the radio, "Unit 47 responding." I stared out the window as we drove through the familiar streets of New Haven. Everything looked the same, but it felt different now. Like I was seeing it through someone else's eyes.

“Just tell me the street.” “Maple and Seventh,” I said, keeping it simple. “The one with the neon sign you can’t miss.” The drive stretched out in that comfortable, half-awkward silence. Lumi fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. Briggs’s hand rested on the gear shift, thumb tapping once like he was counting the blocks. I stared out the window at the city sliding past—closed storefronts, a couple arguing under a streetlamp, the faint smell of rain still clinging to the air from earlier.

The kid must do better than this. I don’t answer Boris because that shit he asked doesn’t deserve an answer; we drive past downtown and I see the beautiful hole Michail put in the middle of downtown J City. I smirked looking at it, he never disappoints this one. Just as we drive down the road Boris clears his throat and I swear to all that is pure that I will kill him if he asks me something stupid again. “Boss, they have blocked the road ahead.” He tells me and I look through the window.

Though unsure of what he was planning, she slid into the seat without protest. 7th Street was the heart of the city’s historic district. Known for its charm and character, the street was lined with boutiques and stores that exuded a vintage elegance. The names of the shops reflected their traditional allure: the finest tailor was at Heritage Threads, the most renowned jeweler was Elysian Gems, and the best pastries could be found at Willow’s Bakery.

To be more specific, recently, I've been feeling unprepared for the challenges of outdoor living. I'm sure it's different from New York, but I think you'll really enjoy it," Mandy said with a big grin. Not only do I love my neighborhood, I also love the clean air." A short while later, they had driven south of town, and Mandy had turned off the main road to follow a winding street that eventually brought them to the Starwood. Estel had begun to tense up as she realized they were getting close to Michael's house, and she secretly hoped he was still out skiing so she could get a moment to herself before confronting him.

The Following Night. 10PM. A Street Upstate New York, Off Campus Grounds. LILY. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as the red Chevrolet Colorado rolled slowly through the quiet street, the dim streetlights casting long shadows across the road. Megan sat beside her, shifting slightly in her seat, her eyes flicking from the windshield to the empty sidewalks outside. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between them until Lily eased her foot off the pedal and pulled to a stop at the corner.

Five years of marriage, and Serena Vale was nothing more than a ghost in her husband’s mansion. Jackson Blackwood was brilliant, cold, and irreversibly tied to the memory of his first love, Avery, the woman who betrayed him to marry his identical twin brother, Jaden. When a devastating car crash leaves her husband, Jackson dead and his twin surviving, Serena’s world shatters. But grief quickly turns to horror when the surviving twin returns. He carries Jaden’s face, but his most intimate, private habits belong to Jackson. Then the realization hit her; Her husband is alive. He faked his own death and stole his dead brother's identity, just to escape her and play protector to Avery. B