She Belongs To The Streets Future นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Now you get safe. You get quiet. You get time.” She looked past me, toward the clubhouse. “They know who I am?” “They know who you were,” I said. “But they’ll wait for who you become.” She swallowed hard. “And my family?” I shook my head. “Not yet. That’s your call.” She nodded. Once. Sharp. Then she walked toward the clubhouse. Didn’t look back. And I followed. She walked in like she didn’t belong. Shoulders tight. Eyes scanning every corner. Like she expected danger behind every door.

She worked both day and night to earn income. I happened to pass by her food truck once. She recognized me immediately. Yet the moment Kiera was about to speak to me, Trevor—who had been wearing a T-shirt and playing a game on his phone at the side—suddenly tucked his phone away and slapped Kiera on the cheek. "What are you still calling Alfred for? If you want to return to his side so badly, go ahead!" Trevor snapped. Even though Trevor could not compare to me when it came to physique, he was still pretty strong due to being a man. Kiera couldn't fight back, no matter what.

She became public enemy number one. She'd worked so hard to escape her village, get into a good school, rely on Nico and the others to free her from a life of working to support her family. Now she had nowhere left to go—except back to that village. --- Wedding day. Zane and I were in the car, heading to the chapel, fingers intertwined in the back seat. We got blocked again. Three cars cut across the road, sealing off our path. Nico, Arlo, and Rhett stepped out. Each held a gun—barrels down, but safeties off.

she started. “Ever since that incident with Mr. Johnson and my neighbour Bryce, I knew it’s worth it to spend my life dedicating it to see the Sticks’ downfall. Some people have lived and died without knowing their life’s purpose so, in a way I’m contented that I’ve known mine from the start,” she concluded bitterly. “But what about the future. Are you willing to start a family while having a Sticks target on your back?” I asked hypothetically. I felt the small box in my pocket but somehow I couldn’t find the courage to bring it out.

"Bree flew to Calitree City three days ago. Today is Stanvord's orientation day." Liam looked like he'd been struck by lightning. He stood frozen, his mind completely blank. "No... that's impossible..." He muttered to himself. "She promised me. She promised..." "Promised you what? Promised to throw away her future so she could stick around and watch you mess around with another girl?" My mom didn't hold back, shredding his last shred of dignity. "Liam, don't come back here anymore. We don't want your kind in this house."

My fury gets the best of me and I head to the gym to blow off some steam. That girl better be prepared for what's coming when she gets home.

Tell me you are coming to pick me up. She sent a string of messages in quick succession. Reading them, my nerves tightened. "Okay. Don't panic. I will contact present-day you right now." I immediately called present-day Veronica. The call connected quickly. Her cold voice came through the line. "What is it?" Hearing that voice, I paused for a split second. I was not quite used to it yet. After all, future Veronica was affectionate and clingy, completely different. Present-day her was still icy and distant.