The Street Book Novels & Stories

“I want to see what you look like when you’re happy and no one is watching.” “Everyone is always watching.” “Then we’ll pretend they aren’t and hope they believe us.” The city unspooled beyond the glass, a ribbon of brick and steam, laundromats and blue awnings, sidewalks that knew too many stories. He didn’t take her toward the obvious district; he turned into streets that smelled like bread and cut flowers, away from the cameras that liked names too much. The first stop was a bookstore—new to her, with high windows and an owner whose glasses were always slipping down his nose, the kind of place where you can hear paper breathe.

Nope, then please keep your negative thoughts to yourselves. Also this is the first book I have ever written and I made good improvements since then. See my other work. **** Prologue Joeniya Allison An eerie silence enveloped the neighborhood of Granville, a stark contrast to its usual lively atmosphere. Known for its vibrant nightlife, Granville was anything but the finest or safest place to live; in fact, it boasted the highest crime rate in all of Bridgeport. Normally, upon arriving at the bus stop, there would be other destitute individuals lingering on the street. Peppers, often referred to as the whorehouse of Granville, would typically resound with loud music blasting from the speaker

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“OK” She hung a left and slowly drove down a dimly lighted street as she talked. “I heard about this place on the web. It’s like an adult bookstore with those little booths where they show dirty videos except the walls are made of clear plastic so the people in the booth can see you and you can see them.” I was dumbfounded. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I didn’t know what to say. Finally I stammered, “Have uh Have you ever done this before?”

Now, he was satisfied with this deal because Lin showed much generosity while he was trying to buy the book from him. It was a common view a person could see in this street and its environs. A visitor could see several lines of booksellers on Pansodan Street. But, they lied up to the corner of Pansodan Street and Merchant Road. When Lin turned left into Merchant Road, he would see other book vendors selling their books too. Again, he walked down up to other vendor's shops which lied again in 37th street on which he needed to turn his left again at the corner.

So the only option I have is to disguise myself without using magic as werewolves can feel the strong wave of magics and sneak into that library room, find that book and escape with it. Forming a perfect, full-proof plan of stealing the book in my head, I walked through the street opposite to the front yard of a highly secured Werewolf council office building, which was nothing like what I had imagined. I imagined the street either filled with growling mutts, waiting for their chance to enter the building or fully deserted but to my surprise it was very lively and filled with many peoples of different species, passing by strange couples talking between themselves, some people sitting on benc

“Yeah, sure. You know I have a book about supernaturals that this guy at a blood bank gave me when I was living in the streets. When I met Khail, he didn’t know what he was, so I lent it to him.” My eyes widen with shock. I knew that Rowan was an orphan, but I never considered that he was a street rat. Emotion clogs my throat at the thought of him living in the streets, helpless and alone. “You…you lived in the streets?” I manage to squeak out.

he said. I looked out the window. “There’s a bookshop,” I said. “Two streets from the market. So small you have to turn sideways in the aisles. I bought two books I didn’t need.” “What kind.” “One about a woman who builds boats. One about a city that doesn’t exist.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Of course.” “Of course what.” “You’d find the one bookshop,” he said. “In the whole city. First month.”

"Why are you using my address when you order food?" He immediately played dumb. "What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean." "I said, why are you using my address when you order food?" "Do you have any proof? If not, get lost." He rolled his eyes and started closing the door. I blocked it with one hand. "Still not admitting it? Then take a look at this. Isn't that you?" The video on my phone clearly showed him sneaking over to collect the delivery. Seeing that, he immediately changed his story. "I'm protecting my privacy. The internet is so advanced these days. I'm just looking out for my own safety. That's not illegal, is it?"

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.