Little Stranger Book Novels & Stories

"Lily dear, who are you talking to?" Panicking slightly, the little girl, Lily, quickly covered her mouth with her tiny hands. "Oopsie! I'm not supposed to be talking to strangers. How about I close the door, and you knock again?" Her innocence and playfulness brought a genuine chuckle to my lips. "Sure thing, Lily. It will be our little secret," I whispered conspiratorially.

she asked, her tone cooling slightly, "is the little girl?" Justin felt a strange flutter of panic in his chest. He didn't know exactly where this child fit in his life. She was a stranger, yet she had trusted him with a vulnerable secret. He fumbled for a word that felt both true and safe. "My… friend," he finally said, his voice quieter than he intended.

What did the little girl ever do to you? ‘I don’t dislike her. I’m just not interested.’ ‘Really? But she’s beautiful. Oh, wait. She’s calling. What do we do now?’ ‘Don’t answer. Just drop the phone, come here and get on your knees. Don’t make me wait.’ ‘Gladly.’ The stranger giggled and made me hear them do it in the shower which made me throw up as I heard her get pounded by the man I loved. I heard her moans and his groans. That was the first time I did it on my wrist.

Nothing. He knocked again. Still nothing. Allen shifted his weight and knocked a third time. Footsteps approached. The door opened halfway. A little girl stood there clutching a stuffed rabbit. She stared up at him with wide curious eyes. Allen blinked. “Hi.” The girl studied him for a second. Then suddenly she spun around and shouted toward the apartment. “Mommy!” Her voice bounced loudly off the walls. “Come and see a stranger!” Allen rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never knew there was a rule that said not being nice to strangers; well, you remind me of my little sister that died in front of my eyes on the night I was sold off." I saw a hint of sadness, pain, and agony in her eyes before she brushed it off. "Sorry about that," I whispered, feeling pity for her loss. "For what? Oh c'mon! I have gotten over it. "Now time for your first lesson, baby girl." She clapped her hands in excitement. She picked up the book she brought that had been placed on the floor before opening it. It had the title "The Art of Seduction." I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me.

everything about the book was perfect. If Jasmine would run around calling random people her babies, Ryder would claim book characters as her babies, and this young man with the nickname "Midnight" given by the media, was one of the first characters to be claimed as her precious baby. Even though Ryder had felt hesitant about giving the stranger a name from a book, even worse, that of a "psychopath", she couldn't help but think that this situation and that of the book were somewhat similar. She thought the stranger most likely hadn't read that book. This thought was mostly based on her belief that not many males read books. This belief was a result of many years of reading books and getting

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

I said when I remembered I hadn't thanked him for the dress. He just gave me a nod. Later, Ratna came and kept complaining about how she didn't have anyone to dance with. She is all alone blah blah and took him with her. The whole time, I felt his eyes on me. I know even though he was dancing with her his attention was on me. A boy exactly the same age as Devil came and asked me for a dance. He was quite handsome too. He had a dimple on his cheeks which made him more attractive. After he insisted like 1,000 times, I agreed to dance with him but deep down I was quite scared. He was a total stranger to me.

With Mom and Dad's approval, he moved into the Bloodmoon Pack as a guest. From that day on, every morning when I woke up, there'd be a bouquet of my favorite flowers waiting outside my door, and the table would be set with all the foods I loved most. It reminded me of Alan, of how I used to pour my heart into every meal I made for him, only for him to throw it all away. He'd toss everything into the trash over the smallest excuse. I was slowly beginning to accept Quincy, and eventually, I agreed to become his Luna. That day, he was so overjoyed he practically lost his mind. He even started buying supplies for our future pups.

Or did you stoop even lower and steal my DNA? "You're parading her around to corner me, to make me give you legitimacy, to force me to recognize you, just like you did four years ago." Snap! The sound was sharp and sudden. It was not me who acted; it was Noelle. The little tyke, yogurt still in hand and not yet finished, landed a perfect hit on Jennifer's pricey dress hem. "Mean lady! Your breath stinks! You're grossing out my dad!" Noelle planted herself in front of me, tiny but standing tall, her eyes blazing with the same fierce light that Melanie had when she was mad.