Little Stranger Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

No one answered. The room gave its own answer. A speaker hidden somewhere above them crackled. Violet went still. Theodore moved beside her, but not in front of her. The speaker hissed once. Then a woman’s voice filled the room. Not Eleanor. Not Adelaide. Not Vanessa. A stranger. “I am not sick. I know what I saw.” The recording cut out. Another voice replaced it. Younger. “They said my baby died, but I heard him cry.” Static. Another woman.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

"Papà! Puoi sentirci (*Dad! Can you hear us?)" "Dad!" "Dad! Dad! Can you hear us?" Isabella's voice quivered with desperation. ************ With a heavy heart, Isabella made her way to the doctor's office later that night, her face etched with sorrow. She wore an asymmetrical top and a checked-patterned skirt. The doctor, a gray-haired man in a white coat, sat behind a desk, idly tracing his fingers across its surface while stroking his beard with the other hand. He greeted Isabella with a courteous smile and gestured for her to take a seat.

I tried to reach out and hold onto whoever had walked in, but this strange person stepped away from my touch and squatted down right next to me. “You can scream all you want, Elarian. No one can hear you, and soon enough, you and the bastard in your womb will be dead before anyone discovers you,” a familiar voice whispered hoarsely. My heart skipped a beat, and I could see the darkness slowly eating at the corners of my vision. With whatever strength was left inside me, I reached out and gripped the cloth of this stranger. No matter how hard and painful it was, I held on and didn’t let go, even though this stranger was kicking and stomping on my stomach like I was nothing but a doormat.

he asked. “Yes,” I replied quicker and sharper than I intended. I took a deep breath willing myself to calm down. “I don't mind. This is actually our first phone call, you know” He chuckled lightly, a sound that made my tummy rumble with butterflies. “Yeah I realize” “It feels…strange. And weirdly new” I muttered. “Good strange or bad strange?” he asked. “Good strange,” I said, biting my lip. He was quiet for some seconds, then he replied. “I'm glad it is”

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.

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

he holds his hand above his head -“brownish hair, green eyes.” Something, I don’t know what it is, some ancient, inborn instinct perhaps, tells me to lie. “Nuh- no, Sir.” “Are you lying to me, little girl?” “N-No.” A low, deep rumble echoes in his chest. My blood turns to ice and my legs to jelly. I can’t move. I have to move! A howl shatters through the night. I jerk at the unearthly sound, and when I blink, the stranger is gone.

I said, pushing past her and entering her apartment. Her home was tiny but neat, quaint really. There was a little playpen in the living room and a lot of pictures decorated the walls. I took my seat at the dining table next to a little girl who looked at me with wide brown eyes. "Hi," she greeted me curiously, her voice sweet and polite. "I'm Sophia." "Hello," I nodded, looking at the food she was eating. Well cooked steak with deep-fried potatoes and stir fried baby carrots, mushrooms and spinach. There were chicken drumsticks in a different plate and savoury gravy on the side.