We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

We weren't even able to reach our destination cause several cars had blocked our way and ambushed us. Crimson and the security team tried their best to protect us but these guys are a pack of goons who are not afraid to kill or be killed. They had easily subdued the security team and had shot Crimson's shoulder. But to my surprise, even Becka knows how to fight and tries her best to protect me and my Son but then, there's a lot of them and she wasn't able to dodge the bullet from the guy behind her as she deals with the other guys. She told me to run away with Nathan but before I could even run and take my son with me, a bullet went straight to my left chest causing me to halt and fall on th

“Levi, you’re nothing but a sewer rat, a lowlife. Even if you became the state’s top scorer and got into Harvard, so what? My family has money. I have plenty of ways to ruin you!” He clapped lightly, and a few rough-looking thugs emerged from the garage. This time, Blaine genuinely wanted to kill me. The thugs pinned me to the ground while Blaine stomped on my face with full force, grinding down on me. “Do you know why I scored over 1500 points and stayed first in the grade before you came along?

Trust the one Who's been where you are Wishing all it was Just sticks and stones Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone And you're not invisible Hear me out, There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now Someday you'll look on all these days And all these pain is gonna be invisible Oh, invisible"

Eh Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Mi say wah man down A weh mi say Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum When mi went downtown 'Cause now I am criminal, criminal, criminal Oh Lord, oh mercy, now I am a criminal Man down Tell the judge please gimme minimal Run out of town, none a them can see mi now, see mi now Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In Central Station In front of a big old crowd Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In Central Station.

All of them could sense that Brother Fly was truly livid. In Pedestrian Street, enraging Brother Fly would do no one any good. Only Harvey remained as still as a rock, his face also as cold as ice. Becca marched forward and kicked the street stall that Mandy set up to the ground. “Don’t you understand him?! He told you to lick the spit clean! Are you deaf?!” It was obvious that Becca was a gangster. At this moment, she behaved like an unruly shrew. Nobody saw that coming. Seeing her stall getting kicked, Mandy was ready to go toe to toe against Becca.

We exchange a knowing look, acknowledging the camaraderie and the shared thrill of facing formidable adversaries. Leaving the soldiers to tend to their injuries and attend to the fallen, we make our way back to the vehicle. I take the driver’s seat, accelerating with determination as we speed back towards the city. The streets are sparsely populated now, but the distant sounds of bustling music from various clubs create an atmosphere of vibrancy and excitement.

Bill screamed after taking the front wheel and noticing how reluctant the others got. They rode faster no with the eagerness to make him pay, they were going to both beat him at the race. Bill was tall lad with spaces all over is teeth, his height was an added advantage when I came to running and other athlete related issues. They stopped abruptly now riding with their front wheels aligned, none was kin on winning anymore, they rode slowly and got to the front of Mr Clauses store, that was the only store around the block. They had overheard the Smart's talk about how they stole candy and chocolate from the store without getting caught.

“Then we make him look back.” The rain began again, soft and relentless, washing the blood and glass from the streets. The city swallowed them whole two silhouettes moving through the storm, no longer running from the trap, but deeper into it. Because sometimes, the only way to beat the game was to play it better than the one who made the rules.

Cars parked, black men beating people in the street. I held Jay Jay tighter. My brows furrowed. “What the…?” Who were they? Why were they beating those people?

"This time of morning, it's pretty easy to find a group of druggies all passed out together," Giovani was explaining as he drove his Corvette into one of the worst neighborhoods in town. "Before we go, we make it look like they all overdosed. No one asks questions. Hardly ever even makes the news."