Billy Stranger Things Hot Novels & Stories

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I told him, only to lift my voice and repeat, “No. That’s not what I’m talking about.” Canting his head to the side in confusion he watched me, waiting for me to explain. “Tell me,” I said. “The first time you saw me… Was it… Was it because you noticed a...a certain shirt I was wearing that you liked or something like that?” Wick pulled back and blinked at me in shock. “Yeah,” he answered a little suspiciously. “A Stranger Things shirt. It showed a picture of the guy who played Steve and said ‘Pretty damn good babysitter’ under that.” He squinted and tipped his head to the side. “How did you know that?”

’ Warrd was about to leave him in the woods alone. ‘You're not gonna leave me here. Are you?’ He looked pitiable ‘Just watch me leave you here fat arse stranger, priest of the North, Doctor of Witches right ?’ Warrd expressed ‘Oh yeah, you got it right this time but please I am not a fat arse stranger. You can call me Billy. Yeah...Billy that's my name...Billy.’ ‘Bily is that a name or...’ Warrd was interrupted again. ‘No, it's not Bily, you had to get it correctly. It's Billy...like B I L L Y. ’

With how desperate I am this moment…it’s scary the lines I won’t cross. “What if I told you to marry a stranger for money—would you say yes?” She says again. I pause—giving it a thought “Yeah. I would.” Cassy burst into a laugh so hard she was running out of breath. She tilts to the left, her drunk senses making her lose her stamina. I reach forward to steady her, my hands holding her head in place as I lift her back to sitting. I feel its stare before I see it. A dark haze splitting slowly through the neon light. The sound of its heels striding with purpose, moving closer and closer to my direction and when it’s gets to my table…it halts.

Joel said addressing the large Beta protecting the door, "go get Billy's friends." "Chris and Kiki," Billy told Ryan still bouncing up and down. Billy was a skinny kid with blonde hair that seemed to fall in his eyes no matter what he did. He was jumpy on a good day and today wasn't a good day. I put a hand on his shoulder to lead him into the room as the door shut behind us. The boy was beyond nervous and being surrounded by the pack's elders seemed to making it worse. He typed a series clicks into the computer as Joel hooked the computer up to show on the room's projection screen. Billy was shaking with anticipation as the screen popped to life.

"Conspiracy." "Obstruction of justice." The stranger nodded thoughtfully. "Reasonable." Then, with astonishing speed, he tossed something onto the ground. A small metallic sphere. Bethwel's instincts screamed. "Get back!" The sphere burst. Not into flames. Into thick white smoke. Within seconds, the stranger vanished. Gone. As though he had never existed. Bethwel cursed. His officers rushed into the smoke. Nothing. No footprints. No vehicle. No body. Only a black communication earpiece, lying on the ground.

***** later that day billy was telling George everything that her and lee did but she made sure to keep the part about her mum out. george was happy his sister was happy what more could he ask for .

He quickly levitated Willy up, Willy floated up fast, caused by the uncanny power of telekinesis and Willy’s head hit the ceiling painfully, with a loud crack. Than he let Willy drop to the floor with a resounding thud. Pain erupted all over Willy’s body. “That ought to keep you from doing anything stupid,”— the Stranger said and his current face faded away as the holographical gimmick facial disguise faded away, replaced by the actual cold smiling face of: Oswald the Stranger. Willy blacked out once more.

I crouch down and offer a hand for him to sniff. He stands and gets stuck in with a series of grunts, wiggling his bum like me turning up is the most exciting thing in the world. “He’s a lively one.” “Trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet. He never stops.” I fuss over Billy until he calms down, then follow her to the end of the hall where a stair gate is propped against the wall. “Again, I really appreciate you doing this,” she says. “Billy has issues with his back, so he can’t go up and down stairs.”

It’s all I can do to squeak out, “Who’s there?” Goosebumps break out across my arms and legs as a low, masculine chuckle thrums through the room. The footsteps stop directly behind me, the stranger standing so close to me that I can feel his breath, hot and oppressive, fanning against my skin. “Hello, Bailey,” a voice croons in my ear. “Who are you?” I whisper, still unable to move. “Maybe I’m Tanner,” the stranger suggests. Feather-light fingers ghost over the exposed skin of my neck, and I gasp in surprise. “Maybe I’m Dalton.” The digits brush my collarbone. “Or maybe I’m something else entirely.”