The Street Book Novels & Stories

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Brian got out of the car first and opened the door for Matthew, helping him into his wheelchair. Brian didn't go inside the bookstore, only Matthew and I went in. “Jack!” As soon as he entered, Matthew spoke. "Have you come so early??" Someone answered very quickly, it was a man's voice, loud and clear. Jack had not yet appeared, but his voices had been heard. Jack was Matthew's friend, so he would definitely like Matthew, both rich and talented. Maybe he opened this bookstore just for fun. Everyone knew that this street was one of the most expensive streets in the country. No matter how well the sales of the bookstore was, it could hardly make up for the Ground-Hired cost.

At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they would become whenever Leonardo noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, Leonardo called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially

Porter stated from his position at the window holding his hand out for my almost empty bottle. I took up his position scanning the street and the houses opposite for any movement. “Hey look, a cat.” I murmured. I hadn't seen one in years, it was strange now. Seeing one roaming the streets like everything was normal while the rest of the world was falling apart. Jake stepped up behind me again so close that I could feel the heat off him and I swallowed passed the lump in my throat.

The street was mine. The trap was nearly set. And Libreria Fioretta, my little garden of glass and ink, waited quietly for the fire that thought it could touch me.

"Isn't that crazy? I was eight; how the hell am I going to earn money? Selling things on the street? I already did that, but it wasn't enough." Hideous clenched his fist as he heard about it. That woman dared to make her daughter sell on the street? He is a senator, a person who does not lack money, he has an heir who is her brother who is good at making a project, and she has an eldest brother who is good in business, but that woman wanted her to sell something on the street? She even dared to splash him with boiling water. Hideous is finally determined to kill that woman with his own hands.

He promised to give his book to a stranger named Duk. - Ale Christine hello, listen, I promised one person to send a book from the first edition, could you order a courier? - Of course Conrod, tell me the address, I'll send it to him today. - Hmm, Address. Wait a second, I have it marked somewhere, - he takes out a small notebook, searches for the right line among the mixed notes for a long time, the necessary information is written on crumpled paper in crooked handwriting. - Write it down: Oak branch street five, apartment seventeen, to be honest, I don’t even know where it is.

I was not even able to tell Milo where I will be waiting later. When I reached the parking lot, Milo was not there yet although it was already getting a little dark. I waited and waited and waited as I kept kicking the ground with my foot. I kept glancing back and forth to the gates every single time a car comes in, but it was not Milo’s. I grasped my books closed to my breasts and inwardly prayed for Milo to come as soon as possible because I did not really like waiting alone in their parking lot.

No need to fill the space. That was the thing. I wasn’t fighting the silence. As the day went on, we drifted through the town like people with nowhere to be. Street food turned into coffee, coffee into wandering through a small bookstore where the shelves bowed under the weight of too many stories. Aiden picked up a dog-eared paperback and read the back aloud, doing different voices until I laughed loud enough to earn a look from the cashier. “Careful,” I said. “You’re endangering your serious reputation.”

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."