Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

“Mister… I want to go home.” My heart twisted painfully. I crawled closer. “Hey,” I whispered gently. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s your name?” “Lila,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Lila,” I repeated softly, forcing my voice to stay steady. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re not alone.” She sniffled. “Are they gonna hurt us?” “No,” I lied. “No, they’re not.” “You promise?” I swallowed hard. “I promise.” We sat like that for a long time—me whispering to terrified strangers, pretending I was strong, pretending my back wasn’t on fire, pretending I wasn’t shaking.

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

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.

“I can't finish my strawberries. "They’ll be spoiled by tomorrow. What do you think I should do?" Little Sarah glanced in the direction of his finger and swallowed subconsciously. "Well, you... just have to open your mouth wider and eat them.” "But I don't like strawberries. "Can you help me?" "Mommy said that I can’t eat things from strangers." "But we’re not strangers. We’re neighbors." "Mommy also said that I can't take things from strange people."

LYDIA POV “We are not strangers,” the girl said immediately. I blinked. She had walked into my hospital room with her brother, both of them staring at me like I had just personally offended them. I looked between the two of them. “Okay.” she continued, pointing at herself with the confidence of someone presenting evidence in court. “According to Oxford’s dictionary definition, a stranger is a person you do not know. And technically, we are no strangers to you, you know? We’ve been around you for at least twelve hours, and you know our names, right?”

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 opened the book again now with a bright idea. Searching the little book, I saw something that got my eye, it was a small tunnel under the cottage, but it led to the castle, and in the middle, it was called something strange, “what the heck is a love nest?” I asked myself when I heard the laughter of some goofballs for friends but with others around them.

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.

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 know if I should be excited to see my daughter, or to be sad at the condition I met her. I crawled a slow step forward, crouching in front of her. “You’re safe now.” I blubbered, pulling her into a tight embrace. She flinched, tried to push me away, but I held on. Her tiny body trembled. Then she sobbed—a soft, soundless sob. I finally let her go gently. She was obviously scared of strangers, and wasn't comfortable with my actions. “She’s scared,” I whispered. Brownlow stepped forward. “We’re here to help you, love. Do you know where the people who kept you are?”