Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

I can now take day off and focus on my studies. It was after five days of working alongside with the new waiter that I realised that he was acting strange towards me and not in a friendly way. He would make small gestures towards me and treat me like we have known each other forever. My friend and even noticed those small gestures and he confronted me about is I just said I don't know anything because in reality I didn't know anything my self. I came home the other day and I told my dog about it by a strange way he was already home when I got their I didn't know how he managed to get inside the house though but I don't dwell on it since I was tired to care.

NALANI It was as if I had been struck by a tidal wave. It seemed like there was a laser torturing my eyelids that instead of opening my eyes, I just closed it tightly because of the glary light from the bulb. The softness of the bed was unfamiliar to me—I immediately understood that I was not in my own bed. I buried my face in the pillow and suddenly someone tapped my butt and Esther's voice dominated, "I don't want to wish you good morning because I'm mad. So get up, the food is ready."

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”

But the small child that stumbles forward gets all my attention now, because they fall right against me and immediately slum, making me dip down and get my arms under the figure that had now slummed to their knees, coughing roughly. “Oh my-” I whisper in a sharp breath and look up at the strange figure. “What happened?!” I can’t help but ask, a lump forming in my throat as I am sure I catch a hint of crimson when they move and the light falls under the hood, showing off crimson eyes. But the stranger does not reply, instead, the coughing child coughs louder again and looks up at me with soft and tired eyes, rimmed with dark circles around their eyes.

the stranger said. “Was,” I corrected him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asked. Telling him all I know, the stranger just listens. Once I was done explaining. We stood quietly for a while. Finally, he opened the book and started going through it. No expressions were shown on his face. “Do you have a name?” the stranger asked after a while. “There is one. Before I tell you, at first, there was only one initial. It’s at the end of that book. If you like, you may look at it.” I said.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

The little girl watched as Dask'iya burned quickly because there was nothing but gum in the fire, and listened to the agonizing screams of the woman After Dask'iya burned completely, the girl warmed her shaking hands once more and melted the gum off of all of the other children's eyes. All of the boys and girls opened their eyes again and ran back home to tell the story of the little girl's triumph in killing the Child Eater. " What are these strange stories, No wonder people Don't touch these books " I slam the book shut when I hear footsteps coming closer to me. Suddenly I feel a strong hand on my arm, yanking me upwards. "What do you think you're doing?" I don't recognize his voice as Ces