Novel & Cerita A Piece Of Strange

I bit down on my lower lip and tried to cooperate by relaxing my body. His hands shifted from my abdomen and moved upwards… I swallowed hard. Although he looked composed, I could feel a strange reaction stirring in my body. My gaze landed on his hands, and my mind was filled with scenes of him and his wife being intimate in their home. Did he use these hands to roughly tear her clothes into shreds? I didn't dare to look at Charlie and closed my eyes out of nervousness.

My life lately has been so boring, no parties, no love affair, just work. Work! Work! I wouldn't lie; I had begun to get a little fuzzy and frustrated because of Antonio's case. Since I had been opted out of the case, then I just didn't want anything to disturb the little peace I felt for that moment. At least! I opened up my laptop, searching through the case… “What the heck,” I muttered when I noticed something that had occurred. Earlier in the mall, I had snapped a picture of something amazing that caught my eyes. It was a puzzle piece. I mean, it was just one, not a full piece. Just one piece which made no sense.

"Tell me what happened." I sat across from his desk. I tried to organize my thoughts. How could I explain without giving everything away? The mate bond. My wolf side. The creatures from my past. "Strange things keep happening," I started. "At home. Here at work. Like something's watching me." Kieran's jaw got tight. His hands clenched into fists. "What kind of strange things?" he asked. His voice was controlled. But I could hear the anger underneath.

He smells strange, like mist from a salt coast. I cling to that as darkness swallows me whole. He's strange. A strange bastardo!

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

" She's been raped," Anger surged through me and I could feel myself submerging into one thing. The beast they call Mr Strange.

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

The stranger. He’s here

It's as if I was a rare breed, a strange creature or piece of a puzzle he couldn't piece together. Weird.

She shot me a cold glance, "Are you going to listen or are you just going to talk shit?" In my arms, the baby began to stir, "Shh. Not so loud." Her eyes narrowed, but instead of snapping at me, she began to talk, "There's something really strange going on." "Haven't we established that already?" I asked. "stranger than the Voltrak and the killings." She said, "There was something in the library." I tensed, "Something?" She nodded, "I can't explain it, but it was some kind of monster and it was trying to warn me away."