Jonathan Stranger Things Novelas e Histórias

Samantha Pov The quiet hum of machines had faded into the background, replaced by the muffled voices of nurses beyond the half-closed door. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me like a second skin. I need to freshen up. I hope Uncle Henry persuades the doctor to release me early. This place… it’s a reminder of the past. I need to get out of here. I must’ve dozed off after Tom left. He’s kind—gentle in a way that makes me feel safe. I think he sees me as more than just a colleague. Maybe he has feelings for me.

The simple admission seemed to settle heavily over the chamber. Jonathan closed his eyes briefly. Victor noticed. “So you knew Lillian too.” The stranger looked at him. “I knew her.” “How?” “That isn’t a simple question.” “Try me.” The stranger’s gaze shifted toward Jonathan. “Ask him.” Victor immediately turned. “Jonathan?” Jonathan looked irritated. Not at Victor. At himself. “This isn’t the time.” “Then when is?” “We have someone moving through these tunnels.” “Exactly,” Victor replied. “Which is why I want to know who we’re dealing with.”

" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face. "Striscia! (*Strip!!)" She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra. "Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!" She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out. She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Our son was still sleeping, his breath puffing against the wool of his blanket completely oblivious, to the fact that his small chest had just averted a global economic apocalypse. "We can't stay in America " Deborah said quietly. She was driving, her eyes on the rearview mirror. The New York harbor was getting light. It was making the dashboard look less gloomy. "Jonathan will figure out the phantom loop is fake soon. When the London markets open the system will find out it was done from this computer."

"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.

If I did well, I'd reward myself with a trip to Evermont. I did exceptionally well, which meant I'd reached my goal. … However, when I got to the airport, I saw two familiar faces—Amelia and Caleb. Amelia looked awkward, staring at me as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, Caleb spoke first. "Colin, don't get the wrong idea. My parents gave me some money to travel, and I didn't want to go alone, so I brought Amelia with me. Besides, she's my servant now."