Where The Sidewalk Ends Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Nora, I’m so sorry… I will never be able to make it up to you for this…” As the police led them away, the conference room fell silent. Julian began pushing my wheelchair toward the exit. Once we were inside the elevator, he suddenly fell onto his knees and buried his face in my lap. “Nora.” “Yeah?” “You said earlier that you waited for me in the black market for a very long time.” I gently stroked his hair and said, “But didn’t you come in the end?” He raised his head, his eyes slightly bloodshot. The elevator doors slid open, and warm sunlight instantly flooded into the space. He pushed me out, crossing the grand lobby and passing through the glass doors toward the parking lot.

We walked side by side down the street, our shadows stretched long by the sunlight, overlapping. He suddenly spoke, slowly and softly: “I won’t let you be bullied alone again…” (The End)

Sylvia's POV, Finally the no ending journey came to an end. The cab man halted his cab telling me that we are already at the mars dé ràsminiè avenue I paid the cab man and got done from the cab. I stressed myself out for seating so long. I looked around yawning with mouth wide open. It seems I was the only one at this area after the cab left. there were so many mansions and gigantic buildings that looked almost the same.

“I’m just… on the street near the east side” “Stay right there,” he said I could hear the sound of keys jingling, a door closing. “Get inside a store or a café if you can, somewhere public. Don’t stand out in the dark. I’m leaving now. Fifteen minutes, tops I’ll be there okay?.” “Thank you Marcus,” I whispered the tears finally spilling over. “Thank you.” “Just stay put,” he said. “I’m on my way.” The call ended and I slid down the brick wall until I was sitting on the cold sidewalk my arms wrapped around my knees as I watched the traffic go by.

Alicia added. "It was windy." "There wasn't any wind." "The sun was in my eyes." "We were indoors." Aiden laughed so hard he nearly dropped his phone. Some things never changed. And he was grateful for that. --- The call ended after almost an hour. The apartment suddenly felt quiet again. Aiden walked over to the window. Chicago stretched beneath him. Bright lights. Busy streets. People he'd never met. A city that had slowly started feeling familiar. There was another knock at his door.

“I'll be late.” “I’ll wait!" This time, however, in a final look back, he is waiting there until the darkness engulfs him. My shift ends when dusk falls with a violet tinge in the sky. This is the time when the streetlights hum with activity, and I cast my shadow on the sidewalk. I can feel the steps behind me, the corner where I dwell. The steps are calculated. They are the paces of one following me. I turn. Nothing. “He won’t hurt you again.” Now a voice low and far away.

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.

All I could do was listen. The SUV rumbled beneath me, its tires crunching over gravel before coming to a slow stop. A door creaked open, and the heavy thud of boots against the ground followed. The morning air slipped inside, chilling my skin. I shivered. Where the hell am I? A voice, deep and rough, spoke outside. "You got the goods?"

Stops. Movement behavior. The kind of things most people ignored. Congress Heights slid behind him. Then Alabama Avenue. Then toward Anacostia. Each block told a different piece of the same story if you knew how to listen. And Malik did. He stopped at a light near MLK Avenue. Tapped the steering wheel once. Then again. His phone was already out. Encrypted channel open. No hesitation this time. “This wasn’t street-level,” he said. A pause. Then the response came.

Warehouse district. Sebastian. The old man’s stomach dropped. Because now they were out of time. Completely out of time. The warehouse appeared an hour later. Large. Dark. Abandoned. Exactly the kind of place terrible things happened. Aurora stepped from the taxi. The driver left immediately. Smart man. She stood alone. Wind swept through the empty industrial yard. The silence felt wrong. Heavy. Watching. Waiting. Then a voice echoed from behind her. “I knew you’d come.”