Danielle Rose Russell Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Just then, I stepped outside with Noelle for a breath of fresh air. Jennifer's eyes locked onto me, and her simmering hatred boiled over. She charged over, trapping me in a secluded corner of the gazebo. "Oh, Cedric, you've outdone yourself." Her glare was unrelenting, her words laced with venom. "You've even got the old man fooled? What have you done to bewitch them? Or maybe..." Her eyes locked onto Noelle with venomous intent. "So, you're the little imposter, huh? Did you steal my DNA and have some surrogate cook up a kid to fake being a Shaw?"

My question was cut off when I grabbed her by the arm and made her look up at me. Those familiar blue eyes were wide with shock and fright, and long, luscious auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders messily. My eyes instantly narrowed at her. “Miss. Sterling?” What the fuck was my surrogate doing out here? She had been staring at the alleyway a few feet away as if she was scared of something in there, but all of that fear turned into white, cold panic once she recognized me. Her face went pale as she stuttered, “M-Mr. Darnell…”

"And now we find out she's the one? The one girl the Syndicate data says is our perfect tactical and biological match?" "We fix it," Nic stated, the authority of a future Don settling over him. "We find her, we secure her, and we make sure she knows that the old rules are dead." They headed downstairs, where they found Rosa waiting by the bar. "Nic! Happy birthday!" she squealed, thrusting a gift bag at him. "I’ve been waiting to show you the new security layouts—" "Where is Daniels?" Nic interrupted, his gaze lethal. Rosa blinked, her smile faltering. "Who? The Charity Case? She went running off into the perimeter like a maniac an hour ago. Probably trying to avoid her chores."

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

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

❤️ Rose frowned— “Mr. Blackwood… what is going on?” 📞 Phone Call Daniel placed a phone near her ear. “Hello…” Rose’s eyes widened— “Grandpa…?” 😳 “Rose… we are waiting for you at the temple. Come with Daniel.” 📵 Call ended. Rose looked confused— “What is happening?” Daniel simply held her hand— “You’ll understand.” 🚗 Temple Scene They arrived. An unknown fear gripped her heart… 😰 But she still walked inside. Arthur Sinclair stood there. Waiting. “Rose… answer me honestly…”

Rosemary clutched her phone tightly, her thoughts spinning in confusion. “Damien… why did you do that?” she whispered softly. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved in this mess…” But before she could finish her thought, a loud knock echoed through the apartment. Thud… thud… thud… Her body tensed. “Who’s there?” she asked, her voice trembling. No answer. Only the faint sound of footsteps… dragging something across the hallway floor. Rosemary swallowed hard and approached the door cautiously. When she finally opened it a crack, something fell to the floor—a worn-out rag doll, its neck tied with a red string.

The heavy smell of mold and rust filled the freezing air. Damian moved down another long, rusted corridor, stepping into what looked like an old shipping bay. He swept the area with his gun. It looked empty. He was about to turn back when his eyes caught a strange shape in the far right corner. He stopped. He narrowed his eyes, stepping slightly to the side to get a better angle through the heavy shadows. There was a metal chair sitting near a rusted pillar. Damian moved closer. His heart slammed against his ribs. It was Rose. She was tied to the chair, her head slumped forward, completely motionless.

Then he leaned in again, this time nuzzling in Dylan's neck. The sudden chill made Dylan gasp, and he tried desperately to pry himself off his firm grasp. But was flipped instead and slammed against the door. Dylan finally caught a glimpse of his assaulter for the first time since this all began. Tall,broad shoulders, and sharp silver eyes that could pierce through steel. "M...M... Matthew Qin?!". Dylan stammered, restlessly twisting himself in an uncomfortable angle. Wasn't he out of the country?. When did he get back..?. He struggled, trying to give himself some free space.

This princess is about to have a total meltdown. "No joke. Just relax and give it a few minutes. The doors will open," I say nonchalantly like this is an everyday occurrence, but the fact is this is normal for this place. "What the hell are you talking about? Open the fucking doors," she yells at me, her voice echoing off the walls. "I don't have anything to do with the doors, sweetheart. You're just going to have to chill out." "Are you kidding me? I'm stuck in a stairwell with some rank stranger and you want me to chill out?" She pulls out her phone, I assume in an effort to call someone to come get her.