Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

The stranger shortly pulled away, poured some liquor on her left boob, and put the glass shot on the table, after which he turned his attention to her nipple, giving it the same attention as the earlier one. Melissa’s chest started beating very fast again when She felt the mysterious man place a hand on her belly which he eventually caressed down to her lap. He continued sucking her boobs as he slightly parted her legs. The stranger snuck his hand under her mini skirt and what he felt made him withdraw his mouth from her boobs, looking directly into her eyes. “How more naughty can you be?” Melissa swallowed painfully as she felt his fingers crawling into her pussy. “W....what do you mean?”

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.

The boy was wearing a navy blue suit while the girl was wearing a cute pink dress. “Brother this uncle is so handsome and good looking how can he be a stranger?” asked the little girl to her brother. “Silly girl a stranger is a stranger even if he is handsome or good-looking. When would you understand that?” the boy said angrily to the girl. Tom saw the similarities between the bad temper of the boy with his boss. “Your brother is telling the right thing, dear. You should not talk with a stranger.” Peter told the little girl. “Let’s go from here” the boy pulled the little girl away from Peter. Peter felt a pang in his heart. He didn’t want to be apart from those two cute dolls.

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.

Meanwhile, the stranger said in an orderly tone: - And now slowly, so that I can see your every movement, get up from the ground and turn to me: I want to see the one whom I was ordered to destroy. Emily obeyed his order and began to rise slowly, without making sudden movements: she rested both hands on the ground, slightly rising and kneeling, then to rise. But Amy left out one detail: she was only wearing a T-shirt that Jer had given her so she could cover her nakedness. And at that moment, when the girl knelt down, this same T-shirt pulled up above her hips, revealing to the stranger her rounded and appetizing ... um ... in general, what was below her back.

He was holding her too tightly, and it was starting to hurt. The stranger whispered, “Just one hand on these pages, Camela, and you'll never need anyone else…not your father, not the fox, not even a stranger. Just you and your true name.” Panic surged through her as she realized what he meant: Only me— She lifted a shaky hand toward the journal. Vincent shouted, “Stop!” The stranger’s smile widened further. Her fingers brushed the burnt cover. Suddenly, the voices in the windows fell silent. The ringing ceased completely, creating a peaceful hush around them.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

The stranger. He’s here

She thought I'd break down and sob uncontrollably, but I coolly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and sat calmly on the couch. "Why did you do that?" I asked. That simple question shattered Sally's confident façade. Her mask crumbled, revealing her fear and hysteria. "Because I hate you!" she screamed. "I'm sick of your goody-two-shoes act! I hate you! I hate you more than anyone!" Never had I imagined hearing such words from Sally. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she grew up with her grandma. She lived next door to my family. My parents treated her like their own daughter, and I saw her as my older sister.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"