Romans & histoires Little Stranger Book Series

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?”

Jaxter continued with what he knew. Hayle’s eyes darted around as she supported her head with both hands. Her head immediately felt dizzy, and forced memories surfaced. It was a night of thunder, lightning, and heavy rain. Hayle remembered waking up not from the deafening thunder, but from the sound of something breaking. The little girl, who was not yet old enough for preschool, slowly descended the stairs of her home. But after a few steps, Hayle saw two figures—her parents—being forcibly dragged out by someone, their condition helpless. Young Hayle waited until morning when the police came to take her away, after which there was nothing.

The baby was sound asleep in her carrier. He returned the smile. “Yeah. Things got hectic yesterday. You were a real lifesaver.” “I didn’t do much.” She looked at the little girl and smiled. “Hello. What’s your name?” The girl had slipped her fingers in her mouth and stared, blankly at Camille. “Her name is Lily,” Joseph replied on her behalf. “And this little one is Emily.” He smiled at the infant. “Well, they’re both adorable,” Camille told him, holding up her notepad. “So what can I get for you?”

I never thought She'll be crying over something like this. “Baby” “I want to see daddy” She suddenly starts wailing, I rush towards her taking her small frame in my arms. “Mommy, I want to see daddy” “Should I call Daddy Grey?” She shakes her head. “Grandma told me daddy wants to meet me,” she says with her small voice. My body tense at her word, Grandma? “Who did you mean by Grandma, Willow?” She rubs her eyes and peers up at me. “Grandma came to my school yesterday” suddenly I got mad, “I told you not to talk with strangers Willow!” I say in fear. I don't even want to think about someone telling her about Liam.

I can now take day off and focus on my studies. It was after five days of working alongside with the new waiter that I realised that he was acting strange towards me and not in a friendly way. He would make small gestures towards me and treat me like we have known each other forever. My friend and even noticed those small gestures and he confronted me about is I just said I don't know anything because in reality I didn't know anything my self. I came home the other day and I told my dog about it by a strange way he was already home when I got their I didn't know how he managed to get inside the house though but I don't dwell on it since I was tired to care.

I was confused as hell but I nodded and sipped my drink, content with quenching my thirst. I was checking out of the company for the day when I the back of my neck tingled with apprehension, the odd feeling of someone's cold gaze on me. I turned around and found out that it was Mr Greyson's little boy staring at me. I smiled at him and lifted my hand to give him a tiny little wave. He only glowered at me and I lowered my hand. Maybe the little boy thought that handwaves were beneath him. I walked up to him, a tiny smile on my lips to show him that I mean no harm or insult. "Hello."

Luna and Grayson turned to face the small gathering as Helena stood, prepared to give a toast. "I'm not good at emotional speeches," Helena began, "but Luna and Grayson have inspired me to try. Six months ago, we were strangers brought together by tragedy and secrets. Luna had just discovered she had sisters. Grayson was uncovering the truth about his family's crimes. I was consumed with revenge."

A small smile appeared on her face as she turned around to face her tormentors. "This marriage is over if I step out?" She scoffed, keeping her fiery gaze on Richard. "You got it all wrong. This marriage ended a long time ago, and you just signed and stamped it by deciding to rub your infidelity in my face. Bringing a total stranger into our home and bed broke the last string binding us together. So I wonder what you are talking about." "Hey, watch your tongue. Who are you calling a stranger? I was in Richard's life before you came into the picture and tore us apart. If anyone is a stranger here, it's you." Belinda fired back, triggered by Joan's words.

Otherwise, I might end up giving in to him before Samuel came. At this thought, I began to squirm frantically. I wanted to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at this moment. The toy I had tucked inside my tracksuit fell to the ground during my squirming. Inside the grove, there was no other sound except our breathing. It was extremely quiet. When the toy hit the ground, the man immediately heard it. “I didn’t expect you to be this bold…” He clicked his tongue in mock admiration for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the toy.

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”