We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Beginning I was called out in the dark By a choir of beautiful cheats And as the kids took back the parks You and I were left with the streets ******************* |Nate| I felt the sweat trickle down my face as I threw in punch after punch, I didn't care. The punching-bag swung back and forth wildly as a result of my assaults but I didn't stop. I could feel the sting on my swathed knuckles as they collided with the hard leather of the bag but that just made me punch harder. I didn't care about the bruises that were probably going to surface on my skin by tomorrow.

The sheer volume of the sound shook the foundations of entire cities. Millions upon millions of people had gathered in the streets, packed tightly into public squares across every continent. New York, London, Accra, Tokyo, Paris, Lagos, Rio de Janeiro—every major city on the globe was alive with motion. People danced, wept, and embraced strangers. The long, suffocating nightmare was officially over. Humanity had defied the math; they had survived. Marco was the first one to violently push his way through the massive, cheering crowd. Naturally. The absolute second he reached Luca, he didn't offer a dramatic speech or a formal salute; he simply hauled off and punched Luca squarely in the shoul

/Gonna live like it's the end of the world Gonna party like, oh Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world smiles, metaphors and we pop pills Sick flow, inundated with the doc bills Work hard, now we know how to top bills In the middle of the street doing cartwheels Lot of them try to do it but it's not real Wasn't a rapper, then I could've got a pop deal White curls in a hot-pink Hot Wheels Lot of bottles and a lot of fruity cocktails Uh, days of our lives You wink it goes by So we'll just get it with no Edison Anything goes, so no time for closed minds/ “Where is Steph by the way? Is she not going here?” “I guess. They need to prepared for the opening of the soccer g

After catching my husband, Jaxson Larkin, cheating on me for the third time, I end up developing aphasia. Out of guilt, Jaxson spends a month teaching me to communicate using "One" and "Two". "One" means yes, and "Two" means no. No matter what Jaxson says to me, as long as it involves Sasha Fuller, I only answer with "One". When he says Sasha is in poor health and wants to borrow the amulet that my mother left behind to bring me blessings, I answer "One" without hesitation. When he says he wants to postpone our wedding anniversary to celebrate Sasha's birthday, I reply with "One". Even when he brings a pregnant Sasha into our home, I still answer with "One". I even thoughtfully pack

Chapter 9 STACEY Bronze city five years earlier Stacey screamed loudly. "Shhh" Gino hushed trying to quieten her down. Her father's mansion was under siege, they had played into the enemy's hands Her dad and the rest of the crew had gone to the designated place of battle only for Marco's men to make a detour and attack their home instead. There were no rules as far as gang wars were concerned, either parties were allowed to deploy whatever dirty tricks they wanted, all in a bid to emerge as the victor. She heard heavy footsteps approaching the door where she and Gino hid and tried to suppress the squeal threatening to come out of her mouth. Gino cocked and uncocked his gun in anticipation, t

We promise never to come back. -You won't," Elder points a gun at them and I panic, "Get out. You have five seconds," he says. The man stands up to help the other guy who was beaten to his feet... four... -He starts counting down. -Get up. -Three... The guys stand up and walk towards the door. -Two... They open it and walk out in the rain as fast as they can, heading for the road that leads to some town. They were beaten, unarmed and weak so they couldn't go back for more. I was sure they wouldn't come back here.

To Max, I said: “This isn’t over!” Lexi followed me through the strip club. We had to walk past the hordes of addicted partiers. I liked my occasional weed and stuff, but these guys were the hardcore addicts. The fent was almost visible in the air. I closed my nostrils to breathe through my mouth. Every campaign era, Mayor Philips vowed to clean up the streets downtown but every year, the streets only got worst. Protected by the Vandals, Joe’s strip joint, for instance, would never be touched by the politics.

Last time he died, his mom left him at a funeral home and spent her money on a top attorney for that punk Lil' Bro. [J needs a hug. No one in his family cares about him.] I clenched my fists. A chill ran through me as I thought of my parents and their cold indifference. I would not die here. I swore it. I would survive. I gritted my teeth, steadied myself, and climbed out of the dumpster. I retraced Teddy's steps and slipped into the emergency staircase. The comment section erupted. [What the hell is he doing? Why is he going back in there?]

The city was a tinderbox, its neon veins pulsing with the threat of violence. Fifth Street glittered with the false promise of safety, the Moretti-owned club—Velvet Thorn—a beacon of opulence amid the urban sprawl. Kai Castellano crouched on a rooftop across the street, his black tactical gear blending with the night, his icy blue eyes scanning the alley below. His team—Marsh, Rosa, and a dozen Castellano enforcers—waited in the shadows, guns ready, their breath visible in the chilly air. The Syndicate of Ash was coming, their planned hit on Moretti territory a bold move to escalate the war. Kai’s jaw tightened, his mind split between the mission and the woman leading the other half of it.

Sіnсе thеn, all thеу’vе dоnе іѕ gіvе mе mоrе drugs аnd tаunt mе. It’ѕ a rоutіnе; іt’ѕ thеіr way оf рrераrіng a girl for the streets, tо gеt uѕ tо the роіnt whеrе wе’ll dо whаtеvеr thеу want.