Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

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?"

Luna grumbled then scowled. "Uncle Sam has to prove whether Uncle can dance better than us or not! It's rude to laugh at people who are just learning to dance!" cried Jesika while putting her hands on her hips towards Sam, as well as the other kids. Luna is the favorite of the orphanage because she often visits the orphanage and invites the children to play. Now the kids are getting annoyed that Sam is taunting Luna. Luna just laughed seeing Sam who was being protested by the children who defended him.

He lowered his hands when he felt the ropes in his legs untied. "Uncle." The little girl stared innocently at the man she recognized, staring at him unreadable. The man called the uncle took his lap by the little girl he loved so much, leaving the room that smelled fishy. The little girl wrapped her tiny hands around the man's neck, staring illegally at the man who had killed her parents lying covered in blood on his head and chest. Without his uncle knowing it. He waved his hand at his parents who were lying stiff. 1 year later ..

He asked all of a sudden. " What?? N..no! " " Strange!! Have you read her latest book?" He asked but before I could say anything he started speaking again. " The girl loves the man who is her senior and neighbour. And the man is in love with his best friend. Oh, God!! You also thought that I was in love with Sid. So many similarities... " He said looking at me. I was still looking for the right words to tell him. But he was being Sherlock Holmes all of a sudden.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

she said brightly, “do you know the daddy stranger?” The woman’s hands paused mid-movement. Just a pause. Small. Almost invisible. But Crystal saw it. “Why do you ask?” Ruth said carefully. “He keeps smiling at me,” Crystal replied. “Like he knows me.” Ruth forced a laugh. “Some people are friendly.” Crystal frowned, folding her arms. “It’s not that kind of smile.” “Oh?” “He smiles with his eyes,” Crystal said simply. Ruth’s chest tightened. Children, she thought, were terrifying.

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.