Little Stranger Audiobook Free Download Novels & Stories

“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?”

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

She looked so adorable. Gabriel grabbed the story book from the bedside table and began to read the story.He was sitting on the left side of the bed while I sat on the right and our daughter was sitting between the two of us. I listened as Gab read the story.Every single emotion was portrayed on his face and the way he read,it was just perfect.I could feel every single emotion through his voice and I didn't want him to stop. It was a short story about two little kids who were best friends but then something happened between them and they became strangers.

Mixing it like sugar in water. After two rounds, I was too tired to even lift a muscle but he made me turn around. Almost forcing me to sit on all fours. "I am tired. Let go of me." I screamed. My voice too soft for even me to decipher. "But I am not. Stranger. I have just started baby." He pinched me on my hips and I let out a soft cry. "Remember to shout AB Stranger. It's the short form of my name. And own my manhood for tonight." ...

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

He left out a breath, it defined his relief about his son walking towards the stranger and also to see the person, who he thought he would drag off of his head. He saw Aaron walking up to Jordan and a little girl. Aaron was talking gibberish with the little girl. He assumed the little girl as Jordan’s younger sister who she had mentioned in the supermarket. She seemed older than Aaron because she talking with proper words, not the gibberish his son was using. He went near them, and squatted to the kids’ level and spoke, “ Hey, sweetheart.” The little girl giggled and said, “Hello.” “hbvjbgvg,” that was Aaron. He could hardly speak two proper words but wanted to hold a conversation with her.

Soon, I would see dad and mum. Just as I slowly began to slip out of consciousness, I heard a loud growl saying, "Bring her down now!!" The last thing I saw was an incredibly handsome stranger, before I slipped into darkness... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Listened to You Are The Reason by Calum Scott when I wrote this:(:( A/n Decided to give another update from the feedbacks I received. Will also love to know your thoughts and feelings on this book also. See you on next update!

I barely registered the words, my ears roaring too loud to process anything except the sight of her small face crying into a camera some stranger had pointed at her. My hands were already dialing before my brain caught up. She's a four-year-old girl who likes dragon voices and stuffed wolves. She didn't deserve that. The thought hit me sideways, useless and unstoppable, exactly the kind of thing I didn't have room for right now. It didn't matter whose blood ran through her. What mattered was that some bullshit stranger had put his hands on her. Axel picked up on the second ring. "You saw it." No greeting. No trace of the anger from two nights ago.

The stranger. He’s here