We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

Morvane wasn’t a safe city for people to associate with strangers. After a few minutes, the streets fell quiet. She was standing by a corner of the road, still thinking about a way out, when a group of men moved past her, tall and broad-shoulders, their presence exuding danger. Cold shivers ran down her spine. It wasn’t safe for her to stay there, on the streets. Her mind raced, searching for someone she could call. Roselyn, her best friend from way back, instantly surfaced in her thoughts, but she doubted whether she still remembered her after many years of silence on her part.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

For a second I think mу legs are gоіng to gіvе оut. I ѕlumр against the wаll аnd wаtсh hіm administer thе same trеаtmеnt tо thе others before wе’rе all hеrdеd down thе frоnt ѕtерѕ аnd оut іntо thе street.

The stairs were crowded, children were getting ready to go to school, adult were heading to work and school drop outs were playing skateboards around the passages while smoking and drinking. The warm breeze blows my face as I ran down the crowded 33 street. The world was finally getting better. “HEY WATCH IT!” yelled an old man I had just accidentally bumped. I ignored him as I carried on with my journey. I slowed done my pace as I reached Torin street. Pupils were all over this street walking in groups chatting and laughing, some on their phones. As I moved passed each group they started hissing something to each other which automatically made them burst in laughter.

MAIA’S POINT OF VIEW The streets were dark with something more than night, everything in the street seems like darkness to me. The street looks full but I felt empty, birds sleeping in the nest, hiding from the gloomy Queens night. Every city in the world always has a street gang… the homeless people sleep around the street with a thin blanket over them. My heart is broken into pieces… I wish they get a better life someday.

m. By day the street was deserted; at night it teemed with drag-racers, barbecue hoodlums, unidentifiable howls that might have issued from demons or men. Phoebe parked outside G’s Noodle House. Clutching the black bag, she stepped onto the uneven road, glancing left and right, high-heels wobbling. She dialled as she walked. Before the call connected a gang of thugs closed in, one grabbing for her bag. She shrieked, sprinted back, floored the accelerator and shot away.

They even make sure to restrain them as they bring their staff and weapons in hand. However, even if their opponent is weakened their brain is still working as they are working together flawlessly trying to beat one enemy to another. Unlike the last time, they got defeated by their surprised attack this time the thugs would surely pay it back ten times. Who told them that thugs in the street are weak? They are just unfortunate back then when their enemy is Mike. The men wearing in the military and black suits are not backing off as they hit everything with they got on those people who are attacking them.

He could feel the music from across the street. Lisa and Lori took his arms and Karen and Penny took their other arms. The five walked across the street heading directly for the doorman. The twins told Ben victory went to the bold so a frontal assault was their best approach to getting into this ultra-popular dance club. Ben felt a little odd about pretending he deserved preferential treatment but he was with the ladies and he believed they did so he went along with it.

Human, brilliant, coordinated. The city mirrored our victory, not in chaos, but in the harmony of rhythm, perception, and anticipation. We weren’t just victors. We weren’t just survivors. We were absolute—and together, unstoppable. Rain eased, streets glimmering and quiet. For the first time, all four of us—trio and stepbrother—understood trust, rhythm, and coordination were weapons stronger than any force, sharper than any blade, unbreakable together.

I’d even made them pull the car over so I could throw up earlier. The streets were lined with people. They were cheering and clapping for us. Droves and droves of wolves… there had to be people from the other packs here. Even though Lorenzo’s pack was huge and I’d never even seen everyone much less met them… this was on another level. The cars pulled up to the pack house in the middle of the town and we all crawled out… each of us sore and hurt and beaten down… but alive.. and home… and.. we had won.