The Street Novel Novels & Stories

Peak Street was a watershed area that did not fall under any of the Drunham City council's reign, and thus, it had developed into a rowdy, lawless area quite out of the government's control. Neon lights twinkled at Liam from all directions, and there were throes of raunchy women dressed in skimpy clothing standing on either side of the street. Groups of teenagers and gangsters stumbled out of pubs, most of them inebriated and flirted incessantly with the streetwalkers waiting for them. The moment Liam got out of the car, one of the women caught sight of him and approached him with a knowing smile. "Hey there, handsome. First time here? Up for some fun tonight?"

Either way, Meekey did not press it. She walked with her hood up, hands in her pockets, head low. The city had changed, but the bones were the same. She still recognized the cracks in the sidewalks, the lean of certain streetlamps, the way the sun hit the pavement at that late-morning angle. She turned corners without thinking, until she found herself at Lexington and Porter—the heart of old territory. And there it was. Steele’s Gym, red sign still chipped and barely hanging, but alive. The sound of fists meeting canvas and bags thudding in rhythm spilled out of the open side door.

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

Susan's speech was interrupted when the greengrocer immediately snatched the money Susan handed over. "It's okay, I'm used to that so I'm not surprised anymore. Next time don't buy vegetables from me again," said the greengrocer who immediately gave Susan her groceries and then rushed to push her vegetables away from Susan. "That's how bad I am, to be a mistress," Susan muttered under her breath but was heard by the woman passing by as she immediately stopped. "You're not just bad, San, you're rotten! You've been saying that Mona's a witch doctor, but you're a mistress instead. Disgusting!" the woman insulted, spitting on the asphalt to express her disgust.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

Of secrets kept hidden behind the click of locking doors. She turned onto Eidolon, past the dingy dive with its crackling neon sputtering red against the gray-black of low clouds and the threat of rain. Angled to cross the street, glancing up to check for passing cars though, in truth, it was rare to find cars creeping down Eidolon. Like those missing girls, this street, too, sometimes felt forgotten and invisible. A moment later, the door to Eidolon in sight, it happened. She dropped her books. As if upended by a homeroom bully, they shot up and out, tumbling from her arms to fall, scattering on the sidewalk.