Novel & Cerita Little Stranger Book Audiobook

And it was fitting for Luna to fulfill her father's last wish. It is just... "You are willing to marry that stranger man?" she asked. Luna didn't answer and just took a deep breath. The girl tightly closed her eyes, and let the cold wind hit her pale face. "Hey, you two silly girls! Can you guys just go home? It's time for the ghosts to come out, if you stay here, they will be very annoyed!" Luna and Jane turned their heads in unison towards the voice that suddenly sounded so loud from behind them.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

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.

"Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures. Not talking to anyone I know and do not make the first move when it comes to a boy. This will be the end of me if ever she found out. I harshly bit my lower lip and internally scold myself in annoyance. What in the world was I thinking? My only hope is that this stranger wouldn't go telling anyone what just happened or I will literally get screwed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll be pretty em

The bell above the door tinkled as she entered, greeted by the rich scent of old books and the soft murmur of pages turning. There, among the shelves lined with stories waiting to be explored, Marvis encountered Julian. His eyes, like the well-worn pages of the novels surrounding them, held a depth that piqued her curiosity. Engaged in conversation, they explored the labyrinth of literature, exchanging thoughts on life, dreams, and the shared pursuit of reinvention. Julian, a master storyteller with an eloquent charm, revealed fragments of his journey—a narrative woven with mystery and resilience. As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow w

Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?” “He’s coming for you… too,” the stranger said without turning to face Heather. “Who?” “He’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too. And this time, he’ll not leave. He’ll eat, he’ll roast, and you’ll cry and die,” the stranger chuckled, a maddening noise that reverberated. Heather covered her ears, afraid if she listened anymore, she’ll consider herself a demented cow.

"Not because they're meant to stay." She let out a small breath, then shook her head as if clearing it. "I hope there's nothing forbidden in the next one," she added dryly. Then she opened the diary again and turned the page. _____ Episode 16 – A Stranger's Voice The silk blindfold was cool against my skin, a luxurious contrast to the nervous heat flushing my cheeks. I'd agreed to this. I'd paid for this. The website promised "curated sensory transcendence," but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows.

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

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

LATTON woke up, her head lying on a bare chest. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his light brown eyes, only to see a stranger beside her. “Who are you?” she asked in confusion and fright, then grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The guy beside her just stared at her and didn’t respond. Shortly she heard a voice from the other side of the room, “Seems like you enjoyed last night too much,” Lucian replied mockingly. She gasped, “What’s happening?” She inquired in bewilderment.