Life Is Strange Novel Novels & Stories

“We should do something today.” His eyebrow lifts instantly. “Somethin’?” “Normal.” That word still feels strange between us. Normal. Like it’s something we can actually reach for now. Cillian studies me carefully for a second. Then softer, “What does normal look like to ye?” The question catches me off guard. Because honestly? I don’t fully know anymore. My life used to be a small apartment, three jobs, exhaustion and survival And now? Now I wake up in a penthouse beside an Irish mafia king while carrying his baby. Life got weird very fast. “I don’t know,” I admit quietly. “Maybe planning things.”

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”

"Johnny is an ungrateful wretch. No matter how good Cynthia was to him, she could never warm his cold, heartless soul. A man like that deserves to die alone. "Luckily, Bobby is here for Cynthia. At least her future finally looks promising." The whole family raised their glasses in a luxurious house, celebrating the beautiful life they believed was about to begin. I shut off the video coldly and sent a few messages to my assistant. [Find out everything about this person.] I had my assistant investigate the so-called female secretary, only to discover that she had submitted her resignation a few days ago and disappeared without a trace—taking the alleged illegitimate child with her.

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

She was about to think she has abnormalities. Well, she is not normal, anyway. She is often weird to act and think. She is often suddenly transporting to her own world. But what about how she feels? Is it still to have an abnormal perception? She did not feel lusting over somebody else, and that was wrong. She would have thought she was frigid but a stranger scattered in front of her. That man is the living proof that she still has hope. And every time she remembered him, she could not stop the explosion of lust and need throughout her being.

I am grateful for the overwhelming noise and the dim lighting—just a temporary moment to simply breathe and process the chaos. “It’s her,” a man nearby whispers loudly. “No, it isn’t,” another voice retorts. I recognize her from I*. She's a painter. “It’s definitely her,” a third one insists. AUTHOR'S NOTE: So no idea yet on who the strange is? Anyways... Promise, I'm ending this scene soon. This luncheon is feeling like a whole novella on its own. Haha. I think I'll cut it to 2 chapters and they go home. I've 2 more surprises, so, wait for it.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

There was my boy, just left on the bed, nothing on him but a scratchy washcloth. I did not think twice. I switched the babies back without missing a beat. As I held the tiny bundle and the baby snuggled tight against me, tears came unbidden. He seemed to connect with me right away, nestling into the warmth of my chest. Yes. Even on our first meeting, I knew in my gut that he was my flesh and blood! In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me.