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The stranger snuggled closer to Victor, sniffing his hair. This was his human. This human belonged to no one but him. The stranger snuggled even closer, as if he were hoping to crawl into Victor’s skin. He wondered how long he’d have to wait before Victor woke up. He wanted to listen to Victor talk again, wanted to hear his voice. There were so many words he’d only read in books that Victor could say so confidently, so many new words he wanted to learn. But Victor was sleeping now, and the stranger was bored.

She blinked at the details. He had been seventeen. The charge was minor—possession, resisting. The notes scribbled in the margins by a social worker were more telling: "Family conflict. Mother deceased. History of violence. Referred for psychiatric eval." Maya sat back, heart hammering. This wasn’t what she had expected. Not exactly. She had imagined abuse, maybe. A hidden family, a wife. But this—this was the Elias she didn’t know. A younger, wilder boy, barely clinging to himself. Haunted. Fractured. Everything about him now—his control, his need for order, his silence—suddenly made sense.

“This is my home. He stays because I want him here.” “And we want him gone!” Jack shouted. “Mom, can’t you see? Everyone is talking! Our friends. Our family. They laugh at us. They whisper about you and.. and this boy you picked up from the street!” “Shut up!” Clarita shouted back, feeling broken and disappointed. “He’s not from the street. He’s my man, not anyone’s boy. He is a good man! Why can’t you see that?” “Because he is not a man!” Jack yelled. “He is a child! He is younger than me! It’s sick! It’s wrong! And I will not stand for it in my family!”

I pushed my chair back, heartbeat loud in my ears. “Human? Seriously? That’s your first question after attacking my mouth?” He stepped closer. One slow, confident step. His golden eyes glowed like fire catching light. I stepped back. River kicked my ankle under the table, painfully. Do not challenge him, his eyes screamed. Please do not challenge him. I like being alive. The stranger ignored River completely. His attention stayed glued to me. “You’re interesting,” he said quietly. “But no human smells like that. No human reacts like that when I touch them. So what are you?”

His hands move while he talks, his eyes brighten, and for the first time since finding him, he stops looking haunted. Luxe washes the plates, Varen and Milo fight when he discovers we made him look for nothing. While I sit with the stranger in front of the fire. Listening quietly. Because somehow, this strange boy from a world I’ve never seen before is sitting at our table and bringing the entire outside world with him. And that night, he tells me over a hundred stories. Most of them fictional. But I love every single one.

“Here. Now. Fucking me in this chair while the city counts down outside.” His laugh was dark, velvet. “Then keep reading.” I opened the book again—trembling fingers turning pages. I read aloud, voice shaky. “‘He pushed her thighs wider, licked a slow stripe up her center, tasting her arousal…’” Rhys groaned. Low. Primal. I kept reading. Kept touching. The words blurred with sensation—my fingers faster now, slick, desperate. When I reached the part where the stranger entered her, I gasped.

The White Book suddenly appeared beside Adrian. Its pages turned faster than ever before. Every page contained the same sentence. HE HAS RETURNED TOO EARLY. The boy looked at the White Book. His smile disappeared. "I never liked that book." "It always tells the truth too late." Without touching it... he simply raised one finger. The White Book froze. Its pages stopped turning. For the first time since Adrian had found it... the book became completely silent. The Stranger whispered, "This is impossible..." The boy slowly looked back at Adrian.

The stranger. He’s here

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.