She Belongs To The Streets Future の小説・ストーリー

Have you met the people I live with? 'Good kids don't swear,' she said with arms akimbo. 'When you have lived in the street and become streetwise, you learn to ghettoize yourself.' I never felt bad for lying until that moment, and the guilt was towards the charming lady with rainbow hair, not the blonde one. I didn't even know how a dark alley looked like, but I didn't need to be streetwise to know how to shoot a gun. 'Wow, you're smarter than most kids your age,' she smiled. 'I like that. Welcome to the family and please, Viona is my older sister and you can call me UA.' Seriously? Just like that? Where do these girls come from?

The result was perfect. A simple yet strong girl stared back at her. A contented smile formed on her face. Simple, innocent, and fragile-looking but deep down, she roars like a lion, she's strong and wild. This is who she is, who she wants to be. Not a broken divorcee with family issues. This is exactly how to look. Not tough on the outside and weak within but fragile outside and unbreakable beneath. With a new air of confidence and positivity, she stood on her heels, her slit thigh-high sequin dinner dress flowing on the floor. She wore her business-like face and prepared to embrace the night in all.

I guess they must have settled their issue for him to be allowed to come with us. “Okay I'll be waiting," I replied. I was almost done with my makeup so I increased my speed so they don’t get here and start waiting for me. I applied dark red lipstick on my lips and I was ready to go. I wasn’t overly dressed but I made sure to dress to hunt. After all, I’ll be the only single person in my group. The club we're going to is the biggest in the city and it is owned by a friend of Zach. As for now, it's my favorite club and I don’t see any other club beating it anytime soon.

I continued to read her CV to know more about her. I found something about her, though it was a little details. She used to live in the countryside, and came to the city three days ago in search of a job. It was the same day she fell down from the sky or maybe a building. The poor girl had to experience bad things on her arrival to the city. I felt bad and sad for her but why? I shouldn't think about this. Maybe because my head is hurting. I closed my eyes for a while to relax, but I accidentally slept off with my laptop beside me.

He nods and I glance at each man in turn. One by one they look me in the eyes and answer, “Yes.” AJ snickers. “She’s a street fighter. You’ll have your work cut out for you. I saw the guns on that chick,” he says as he laughs. “If she slits your throat in the middle of the night, it’s on you. I’ve got your back with the brothers, Prez. But you better keep her in line. She’s stuck with this club for the foreseeable future. It’ll take a lot before the brothers trust her.”

I sighed, "so she's going to be staying for a long while is basically what you're saying." His eyes were fixed on the road as we continued our journey. "Why isn't she just staying in the packhouse?" "It's not for living, it's accessible to all packhouse members and unless there's an emergency reason, it's only home to the alpha, beta and their family." "But she's the future Luna," "She's not mated yet." "Yeah but she's in a foreign land," "look are you just going to keep advocating for her to return or will you let me drive in peace?" He sounded so tired of my pestering by now.

I laughed and grabbed her hands, the gays ran out of the super market and made their way into the car, I spared no time in pressing the engine and stepping on the gear, small pebbles and dust were left behind with Donald waving at us in the mirror. “I guess it takes a baddie to change people”. Lex snickered. “Oh a gangsta” I said glancing at Annie. “Nah señorita I’m a mafia princess.” Annie said with a smirk. “I never knew you could do that” I said smiling at her. “I could do a lot more sugar” “Ooh KINKY!” Piper cooed “Oh shut up please” Sup guys!!! Hope y’all doing good? Drink enough water and stay safe. >33

Didn’t pause when a blonde knelt in front of him, her mouth already open. He wasn’t here for her. He wasn’t here to sample. He was here to take. The girl he came for hadn’t been brought out yet. But he could feel her. She had no idea what she was being walked into. What it meant to be on the block tonight. What it meant that he had shown up. Lot Seventeen. That’s what they were calling her. No name. No identity. Just a number stamped to her hip like cattle. She was supposed to be untouched. Virgin. Untested. A sacrifice wrapped in lace.

“I don't want to join any gang it's not my thing, I don't like it outside, and even here I can't bring myself to do it,” “So what will you do?” “I want to be on my own just like you,” “You don't know anything about me,” Sandra snapped, “Those girls have tried me and they saw that I can't fight for myself that's why they left me, I lived in the streets, I've been in the streets all my life fighting, it's what I do every day I grew up in the hood, I'm used to it, you can't be on your own if you don't know how to fight here, you need to be ready to face anything that comes your way, this prison is no child's play, evil runs here, unlike you I can face anything, that's why I'm on my own but you,

With an air of indifference, she scrolled and tapped away, while I waited. She played some music, probably thinking it would set the mood or something. It was some soft, sultry song. She put her phone on the table beside me. I glanced at the screen and saw the name of the song, "Streets" by some chick named Doja Cat. Whatever, as long as it keeps her entertained while I enjoy the show. She walked with confidence, each step deliberate and enticing. Her back was straight, shoulders squared, exuding an air of self-assurance. Running her hands sensually along her curves, she swept her dark, luscious hair to one side with effortless grace.