Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

The future Aiden showed you. The stranger paused. ...was created because you tried to prevent it. Lyra's blood ran cold. So every attempt to stop it brings it closer? Yes. Then what are we supposed to do? The stranger looked at Aiden. Live differently. The baby suddenly laughed. Everyone turned. Aiden's tiny fingers glowed. A small doorway appeared in the air. The stranger's face changed. No. What? He stepped backward. That's the door. Which door? The door to the final universe.

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”

“Well..I also disagree with the fourth clause, Miss. What do you mean about no strangers allowed to enter our room? How if… that stranger is one of my family or my girlfriend? Or my best friend? This clause…. How do I say it? Ridiculous...” Arissa sighed heavily. She thinks she has to pray now. Pray a lot so she would have an extra mile of patience. This young man is got her nerves for sure. He’s the first who could make her so disturbed till now. Slowly, Arissa smiled but behind her back, she already clenched her fist tightly. “I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “stranger

the stranger raises his voice. “Better keep your voice low, this is an enchanted forest, your one little mistake will put you in grave danger.” the brunette states. “Let me in! I promise I won’t stay here for long.” the stranger begs. The brunette clutches her knuckle but lets him in with him. She keeps her posture erect and gazes hard on them. The stranger lays the baby on the bed and watches her snuggle while sleeping. A genuine smile erupts on his lips. The brunette watches them with water in her eyes but sniffs her nose to stop them coming out of the surface. The stranger notices the small action of the brunette.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

The sun breathes life into me, while the rain evokes emotions I've consciously tucked away. But today, there's an unusual disturbance. The voice of the cute child's mother pierces through the air, unsettling my usual tranquility. The pattern continues in the following days, the noises penetrating the walls of my secluded realm. I glance at the adorable girl, engrossed in coloring a cartoon character. "There's always a stranger entering our home," she shares, her voice carrying a sense of innocence. "Mommy says I should hide whenever they arrive. But Mommy doesn't know their voices are so loud, I can hear them even from here."

Liam explained scratching his head. “Ooh it happens a lot to people who are new to the hospital, what's your name?” She asked, looking at him curiously. “I'm Liam, and you, what is your name?” Liam asked, smiling at how adorable the girl resulted to be. “I can't tell you my name, mommy will be angry, I'm not allowed to talk to strangers,” she said, folding her hands against her flat chest. “What? I thought we were getting to know each other, why are you calling me a stranger now?” He asked, impressed at how intelligent and cunning the little girl turned out to be.

I yelled, taking slow steps towards the bush. Noticing I was coming closer, the stranger darted into the woods and I chased after them. They were too fast, but not in the way I couldn't keep up. Once we reached a dead end the stranger stopped. Panting profusely, a child stood in front of me. Hair unkept, clothes dirty and torn with holes. I could tell the kid had just experienced his first turn. “Please don't hurt me." He trembled as if I was some kind of monster about to eat him.