Emily Rudd Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I smile immediately as I pull it out, hoping to see Jake's contact flash up on the screen. It isn't Jake. My palms begin to sweat and I look around, the paranoia building up inside me. My hands begin to tremble as I scan over the text a second time — Stranger: You shouldn't be skipping college. . . I'm watching you Emily. Who is this person? Why are they watching me? That's so incredibly creepy! Emily: Who are you? Leave me alone! I quickly send the text, slamming my phone down onto the table. I blow out the breath I'm holding and lean back against the chair, closing my eyes.

“After that call, I went home and thought about it a lot. Emily… she was in Ramsdale during the earthquake. We went to the disaster zone as soon as we could, searching for her in the epicenter for days, but we never found her. “And even if someone survived an earthquake like that, wouldn’t they have visible injuries—scars, or at least some kind of damage to their face or body? “Mr. Yates, don’t you think it’s a little strange?” Justin’s eyes narrowed, his gaze turning cold. “If you have something to say, just say it.” Emma hesitated, her shoulders shrinking slightly as she glanced up at him cautiously. “Maybe… she isn’t really Emily. Maybe someone had surgery to look like her.”

Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest house, but I survived. Barely.”

LUCAS’ POV. I got to the room I always used whenever I stayed with John, and watched the stranger I had given my body willingly, walking down the road lifelessly. She ought to be followed because I didn’t think she was thinking straight. She looked way too shocked. Emily… Her name was Emily. Finally, the stranger in my head had a name. John had hurt her badly, and she had called him all sorts of names. It was proof that she was indeed strange.

said Sergeant Rodney with his sharp intuition. Hearing about another murder case since last night made Emily's hair stand on end. She shuddered in fear because last night she too had nearly lost her life at the hands of a mysterious man who had been sexually harassing her. It seemed she needed to enhance the security of her apartment unit to prevent strangers from easily breaking in.

And before he can, a small voice drifts from the stairs. “Daddy? Why are you and Zara yelling?” Emily. She’s standing there, wide-eyed in her pajamas, clutching a stuffed rabbit. The tension snaps, but only outwardly. Inside, I feel the fire burning hotter. Because I don’t know what’s worse—Liam’s judgment… or the fact that part of me wants him to care for reasons I don’t even want to admit.

dirty. I knocked on the door a few times and a sudden paddling sound came from inside. The door opened with a bang, making me flinch. A messed-up Emily stood in front of me. Her hair resembled a half-eaten haystack, the pajamas were riddled up on one side, all creased and crumpled. Her eyes were profusely red, staring at me widely, without even blinking. It gave me shivers in the warm morning. ABORT ASTRAEA!!!!!

While she was hugging Melinda, she noticed Maxwell—who was seated with the Riveras—stood up and walked toward her. 'Why is he coming here?' Emily suddenly let go of Melinda like she got an electric shock. "You know, I suddenly remembered something urgent, Mel. Let's get coffee sometime, okay? See you!" said Emily before leaving hurriedly as if she was running from a ghost. Lilin—who had been standing next to Melinda—tilted her head and asked, "Mommy, what's wrong with Miss Emily? Why is she running away as if she has just seen a ghost?"

I felt a presence behind me before I heard it. "You weren't meant to dig into things that don't concern you, Annabelle." The voice was familiar. It was soft, calm, and utterly cold. I spun around. Emily leaned against the door, her arms folded and looked like she was standing there for a long time , the sweet girl I’d had lunch with replaced by a stranger with hard, calculating eyes.

And for that, I knew I needed to be available to my pack. In Emily’s past life she was an assassin and a hunter. It made sense for her to take lead on this and try to track down Addie. Because of my vision, I knew that I wouldn’t be successful. I knew I had to stay home and stay out of it. That left us discussing Toby’s role.