Danielle Rose Russell Stranger Things の小説・ストーリー

The one person that caught Rain’s attention in the crowd was a woman that stood closer to the casket and held a white flower in her hand. Tears were flowing freely down her face but not one single sob left her lips, her shoulders were squared and she looked as elegant as she looked heartbroken but that wasn’t what got her attention…it was her resemblance to Alexander. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, light brown hair pulled up into a tight bun and she wore a black dress that reached her ankles. She didn’t notice it at first until she stared longer, their lips, their noses…even their eyes only that her eyes were blue instead of brown and her skin was lighter and so was her hair color.

Because hatred wasn't the response anyone expected. Not here. Not now. The stranger nodded again. "Thomas found dozens of references to her." A pause. "Then someone erased them." Fear crawled through Dani's chest. Because now there was a face attached to the mystery. A real person. A real woman. A real threat. Even decades later. Julian stepped closer. His expression darkening. "What was her name?" The stranger hesitated. For the first time all night. Then: "Elena Cross." The name meant nothing to Dani.

“I thought the same,” she swallows. “Who was he with?” “I’m not sure,” she shrugs, still acting indifferent. “She’s a stranger.” “I see,” I nod, crossing my arms over my chest. Danielle needs to get a grip on her grieving methods. Pushing Rowan into the arms of a stranger isn't going to help them heal. “He needs to get her to therapy.” I think out loud. “That’s not all.” She swallows, chewing on her bottom lip. “Promise me you won’t get when I tell you.”

I breathed, the realization chilling my blood. "Rose didn't die," Damien said, leaning in so close I could see the flecks of gold in his frozen blue eyes. "She ran. Or rather, she was hidden by someone even Howard is afraid of. But she’s been a ghost for twenty years, and tonight, she finally made a mistake. She called you because she saw the news. She saw the 'Unwanted Bride' finally being claimed."

"About the gathering." Rosa's silence lasted exactly one second. "Tell me everything," she said. And Danielle sat in her parked car in the dark and told her mother about the man who had asked about her before he crossed the fire, who brought hibiscus drinks on instinct, who responded to her most complicated truth not with sympathy but with the quiet offering of a river. "He sounds," Rosa said when she finished, "like someone who knows how to love people properly." Danielle was quiet. "Yes," she said.

she muttered. She opened the drawer and reached inside, pulling out a phone—one unregistered, untraceable. There were only a few numbers saved. She pressed one of them. “Hello?” A rough, heavy voice answered a few seconds later. “This is Rose. I have an urgent and very important job for you, Jovan.” ***