Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

“I asked you to find out more about the bookstore girl, you fell in love instead. What did you expect me to do, huh? Wait?!” Bookstore girl. Marinette? No. This can't be Leo. I don't want to believe this. The stranger shakes his head, drawing his palm over his face. “I really didn't think you'd…. Jesus…the guy's barely breathing! Liam, you're going to kill him!” “And that's exactly what I want!” Eager to know who the stranger is, I ask, taking more deep breaths. “Are you Leo?”

He has a melancholic look on his waxen face. "Finding my magic star? The title is very interesting, don't you think?" the lad said in boredom, his eyes is fixed on the front page of the book. "But nothing in it can help you find your magic star. The book is full of nonsensical shitty metaphors!" He gazed up at the girls, and continued, "It doesn't even show you who the author is, there is no preface, not even contents. Don't believe in anything that has 'magic' in it dears." "Hey!" Louisa interrupted, scowling at the stranger. "It doesn't mean if you didn't understand a thing, you should say bad things about the book. Give me that!"

She was sitting alone in a corner, sulking because the attention of her one and only brother wasn't hers on that day. She wanted to monopolize Collin, but she knew that the party was for him, so she decided to get through the party all alone because she had no friends, to begin with. While playing with her food, there was a girl about her age who fearlessly approached her with a wide smile on her face.

he demanded, taking a cautious step backward. The stranger remained silent, his eerie gaze fixed on Altair with malevolent intent, intensifying the child's unease. Despite his bravado, Altair, still a child, felt a surge of fear at the sight of this imposing stranger. He longed to call for his parents, but he had rushed to this spot without his belongings, even shirtless due to the urgency sparked by the name he heard.

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.

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

Back at the kindergarten, Alan was having hard time convincing the boy to go with him. “But mommy said not to follow strangers. I am sorry, I but can't go with uncle” Alan rubbed his forehead, this young man was as stubborn as her mother, giving him pain to his headache. “How am I still a stranger when we have met before? I promise you I am bringing you to your mother, she is quite busy and asked me to fetch you from school. I am not lying Leelan and I won't hurt you” his mother was sure to give him a good lesson to not follow strangers, which was a good thing and it shows that she was a good mother to him. But then not now, he wanted Leelan to go with him but he won't go with strangers and