Little Stranger Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Please—please, that’s enough—” He shrugged me off as if I were weightless. I stumbled, hit the bricks with my shoulder and bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste copper. The world narrowed to three sounds: the stranger’s wet panic, the scrape of shoes on grit, and the animal rhythm at the seam of his mouth where flesh gave. “I’m fine,” I said to the wall, to the lamps, to anything that might be listening. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” I wasn’t. The stranger’s movements went from wild to loose to nothing. His chin fell against his chest at a wrong angle. When the thing on my roof let go, the body slid down the wall and followed gravity to the ground as if it had never learned anything bette

she admits, her voice tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude for his understanding. Accepting his outstretched hand, Audrey allows him to assist her in regaining her footing. As she stands upright, she looks at him and sincerely says, "Thank you," a genuine smile forming on her lips. In response, a smile dances at the corners of his mouth, mirroring the warmth in his eyes. "I assume that you are either frustrated or cussing someone," the stranger says playfully, eliciting a scoff from Audrey as she fakes a laugh. "Oh, no. It's nothing. I was on my way out," she replies, brushing off the notion of any lingering frustration.

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.

The stranger's embrace offers a sense of security and warmth that penetrates through the cold despair that had gripped her. “Breathe -” In the midst of her dizziness, a faint image flickers before her eyes, accompanied by a gentle voice that resonates in her ear, urging her to breathe. Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart.

I took a sip, and it felt so refreshing. I continued to read the book when a girl sat on the chair in front of me. I looked at her, completely confused but she smiled looking at me. "Excuse me?" I asked her. "Hi. I need to talk to you," she spoke as if she was in a hurry. "Do I know you?" I asked her. "No. And that doesn't even matter," she responded. I was confused by her weird behaviour. "I'm sorry, but it would be better if you leave me alone. My husband doesn't likes if I interact with strangers," I spoke up.

As I stepped down from the Bed and opted to read a book, I began to wonder where I had heard the stranger's voice before. *****************

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

I'm here for you! While grabbing Sally's hand, I cried and cried until I nearly couldn't speak. "I… James… He…" When I struggled to get my words out, my eyes drifted to Sally's ears. Sally was wearing an earring on her left ear. The other one was missing. The remaining earring looked familiar to me because it matched the one in my bag. The café’s noise faded into silence as a deafening buzz filled my ears.

The questions multiplied like fractures in glass, each one threatening to shatter what little sense of self she'd managed to piece together. Dawn was breaking over the garden when Luna finally heard footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, uneven footsteps that didn't belong to Mrs. Patel or any of the usual staff. She pressed her ear to the door and caught the sound of someone fumbling with keys, followed by a muffled curse in Grayson's voice.

The impossible had just happened. The giant that terrified the Harbinger had been thrown aside effortlessly. The stranger looked toward Lena. Then toward me. His smile disappeared. Interesting. He looked serious now. Curiously studying us. "The convergence" The words were almost whispered. The little girl immediately stepped in front of Lena. Protective and defensive. The stranger laughed softly. "Still trying to protect her?" The little girl glared at him. "You cannot have her" The stranger's expression changed instantly. Cold and dangerous.