Billy Stranger Things Hot Novels & Stories

“Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!” He leered and cackled, and I felt the skin on the back of my neck crawl then melt in a wave of cold sweat. I watched the rest of the tapes like that, fast forwarding through the movies to see the parts he had filmed. In thirteen episodes, I spotted six girls that were in the files and two that weren’t. The last tape didn’t have a movie listed, only a date.

I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just needed to do it and I found her on the side of the street. ‘Which makes me ask you again, why didn’t you wait? It’s not like you were going to die if you didn’t.’ ‘Listen, I don’t owe you any explanation okay? Just tell me what you want and I will do it.’ Billy didn’t seem to have any care in the world, come to think of it, he looked like he was high or something. He was acting really weird. ‘Were you smoking?’ I asked him out of concern for him. ‘Are you on drugs?’

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

Aiora smiled proudly without even noticing Berliana staring at herself enviously. "Daddy first pick up the phone from the office. Don't go anywhere." Louis said, pointing at his ringing cellphone. Aiora nodded "Okay Dad." he replied. "Tommy I entrust Aiora." Asked Louis before going away from the party area. "Okay brother." Shouted Tommy. "Uncle, aunty Tania where?" Asked Aiora ignoring Berliana who looked at her sharply. Tommy was a little pale when asked Aiora like that "Hmm he's in Italy." Tommy replied with a bitter smile.

A quick glance confirms it: no ring. Billy shoots the shit, asks about my brother, what I'm doing home-the usual run-in-to-you-in-the-parking-lot kind of banter. Chris listens, but his eyes never leave my face. "Chris, man, why don't you go pay for the gas and let's get out of here?" "Yeah, sure. I'll be right back." I watch him stroll away to pay the cashier. I'm entranced by the swagger in his step, the way his jeans move on his butt when he walks. He has a really fine ass.

Billy looked at Cindy and said, "I am sorry. He knows something about this guy. We need to go. Lock up once I leave." Riding shotgun Billy asked, "What the hell is going on Anders?" "Damn it Billy. I just left Finn and Lili's place. As I was driving away, a silver BMW was slowly driving down the road. It was that guy in the picture. Who the hell was that?" Billy couldn't think straight. How the hell did the killer find Lili? What the hell! Anders let out of profanity laced tirad as Billy explained that this man was Wyatt, the man that Stacey had researched.