Chrissy Stranger Things Full Body Novels & Stories

I immediately pressed myself into the backseat, adrenaline coursing through me, causing my heart to race with each second until the shadows finally disappeared. A ghost of relief washed over me as I heard no further movement. It didn’t last long before the door swung open and a tall man climbed in, slamming it shut. He was masked and clothed completely in black. The stranger’s dark, metallic eyes met mine in a flash, seizing the scream at the back of my throat. “Do not make a sound….” My heart pounded as the hairs on my neck stood on end. My peripheral vision blurred into white as panic gradually took over, catching me off guard before my brain even processed what was happening.

Lotte was filled with terror once more… Only this time it was twice as bad. Those eyes - They were stone cold and reflecting with a weird glow that the girl could not place. The stranger was shielded by a hoodie made from a thick material. Charlotte was frozen in place as she unsuccessfully attempted to make out any other features that on this figure she could identify later, if she needed to. It appeared to be more shadow than flesh. “Hello!” The girl tried calling out. “Do you have a phone on you?”

I whimpered, horrified and impossibly turned on. “Cum for him, baby. Show him what my cock does to you.” The orgasm hit me like a freight train—hard, shattering, my pussy spasming violently around his thick length as I cried out. My whole body convulsed in his arms. I tried to muffle my scream against his shoulder, but it spilled out loud and broken into the night air. Only then did the stranger seem to snap out of it. He shook his head, muttered something we couldn’t hear, and finally turned away, walking off almost reluctantly—glancing back twice before disappearing down the path.

When the woman finally looked up, Grace saw something in her eyes that made her heart skip. "That," the woman said softly, "is where the real story begins." --- Helena Chen sat in her car outside the Riverside apartment complex, watching police tape flutter in the evening breeze. Crime scene techs moved in and out of the building like ants, but she knew they'd find nothing useful. The scene had been cleaned too well. Her phone rang. Victoria. "Any sign of the body?" Victoria's voice was clipped, impatient. "Nothing. Either she crawled away to die somewhere else, or someone took her."

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

It stripped him of humanity, left only the idea of a man, a presence made of command and appetite. Cassandra’s hand brushed mine before she released me. “This is the Stranger. He doesn’t speak. But he will show you.” I turned to her sharply, panic clawing up my throat. “Show me what?” Her gaze softened, though her voice remained firm. “What you asked for. What you confessed.” Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and desire twining until I could hardly breathe. The Stranger extended a gloved hand. Waiting. Silent. I stared at it, every nerve screaming at once. To take it meant stepping off the edge. To refuse meant retreating back into the hollow safety of who I’d been.

He fell back. Before he knew what was happening, the stranger suddenly wrapped his arms protectively around him. A sharp shock of cold spread throughout his body; he shivered convulsively. Then, the stranger started coughing. His hands slipped from around Tyler’s waist, but didn’t pull him away. He just laid there, breathing roughly as he struggled to hold his breath.

Whether she saw it or not, the stranger had followed her and was now calling out to her, but she ignored him and walked on with him following her. The hallway lights were off, which was strange enough, so with the help of the lights coming from the rooms on either side of the hallway one could see a girl on her knees with her hands covering her face next to a bloody body in a pool of blood with her eyes wide open as if she had seen the devil himself. Soraia, sympathetic but fearful in her steps, removed her cat woman mask as she approached the girl, looking terrified at the scene, as she embraced her. The stranger stopped and stepped back, he didn't need or want to see any more to know who h

But it never reached me. The stranger was faster than the creature. He intercepted the creature's action mid-motion, slamming it to the ground with a force that shook the leaves beneath them. Another growl erupted, this time, I was sure it was from the stranger. I saw the fear in the creature's eyes, but he suddenly got over it and then something else changed. The creature's body started changing in an inhumane way. I could hear the sound of his bones cracking. I froze in fear. But before something else could happen, the stranger snapped the creature's neck. Life left its body in front of my eyes. I didn't get enough time to understand what was happening in front of me, or was it even real?

Then, suddenly, a cold wind swept past. Something moved—too fast for anyone to see. One of the men screamed, his body thrown hard into a tree. Another’s neck snapped before he even realized what was happening. “Who’s there?” the last one shouted his voice shaking. A figure appeared from the dark—tall, broad and bright blue eyes. “You picked the wrong prey,” the stranger said lowly before striking. The man didn’t have time to beg. Chloe stumbled back, trying to escape, her body trembling. But before she could take more steps, the stranger was in front of her. She gasped and tried to run but her legs failed.