The Street Book Novels & Stories

Not long ago, on the street near the school. Because of the workday, where there weren't many people on the street, Lisa managed to get from Benedict out of school to in front of Benedict putting on makeup, pulling Mina into the bookstore for the first time. "Lisa what are these things." Mina looked at the pile of books in her hand like "Appraisal of scum", "How to distinguish bad men" and "Women should know how to distinguish scum", with a confused look at Lisa who was still flipping the bookshelf. .

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Because I would like very much to spend a long time being someone who keeps showing up in your bookstore for no strategic reason. The light shifted. The ninety seconds passed. Carver Street went back to being an ordinary street. I stayed a moment longer. Then I walked home to the apartment that was, without question, no longer only mine — and began figuring out when.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Dante's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, pulling both of them from rest. Arabelle groaned, burying her face in his chest as he reached for it. "This better be important," Dante answered, voice rough with sleep. "It's the warehouse on Fifth Street," Massimo's voice was tight. "It's on fire. The Carusos hit us hard—took out the guards, torched the entire building. We've got three men down, two critical."

Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.

He was still, if he was honest, somewhere in the middle of that work. Back in 3B he made tea he didn't want and stood at the window looking at the street below. Saturday's market was gone, the sidewalk returned to its regular self, no trace of it except the faint memory of tamale wrappers in a barrel and a woman in a green coat who talked about books like they were people she was responsible for. Books saved my life when I was young. She'd said it quickly. Moved past it. But he'd heard what it cost her — the slight recalibration in her voice, the way she looked at her coffee cup instead of him. The practiced smoothness of someone who had learned to say true things without letting them land.

surprisingly the cost is clear, there’s no one here, at least no one that looks like them. I headed off to the hall way to get my book for the next class, I opened my locker grapes my book as turned to leave ... “ oh my!!” We’re so sorry for frightening you that way,” What are they doing here, they are never the type to want to talk with me ... I mean .. wait a sec, am I gonna be kidnapped or something, threatened? No just be calm betty, we all know you’re a chicken but don’t make it more obvious right this very moment.

Mile’s POV We stepped out of the library and stood across the street to wait for a cab. Graham wouldn’t stop staring at the book in my possession so I handed it over to him without uttering a word. As soon as he got it, Grayham began to open the book and then fiddle with the pages. A few moments later, there was an unsatisfactory look on his face. Then he finally turned to me. “All I can see here are lists of infectious diseases and plaques that affected the city years ago.” He looked at me. “I’m not even sure if this book will help.” He sighed.

“We’re good, you and me. Right?” She nodded. “Yes. We’re good. Give them hell, will you? And please. Don’t fucking die.” “Don’t you know who I am?” I asked, stepping away from the table and holding my hands out wide. “I’m the Street King. I’ve got this.” Harley rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Menace.”