Little Stranger Book Series Novels & Stories

"If you don't want her blood and don't want anybody to harm her then bring her here. She will be safe here, Trust me." "You are right, I have to protect her. Tomorrow, I will bring her here," "You won't talk to her about this?" "Are you crazy, Rima? She will laugh at my face. I will bring her here and then later will explain everything," "You are going to kidnap her?" "No, I mean, I will ask her to come with me and then explain everything," "You think she will agree to come with a stranger to his house?" Rima was right. She wouldn't agree. For her, I was a stranger. I thought for some time.

Chloe gingerly pulled out a dusty, small box from the storage room. Regret washed over her for not bringing a mask to protect herself from the accumulated dust. Carefully, she opened the box and her eyes landed on a book resting on top. The title read "A Handbook Guide to Cooking," and a faint smile spread across Chloe's face. Memories flooded back, and she shared her recollection with Max. "I remember one morning when my mom wanted to surprise us with something special. She had this book on the kitchen table, and I couldn't resist staying in the kitchen. I sat on my special chair, reading the recipe aloud to her." Chloe chuckled, reliving the moment.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

The little girl watched as Dask'iya burned quickly because there was nothing but gum in the fire, and listened to the agonizing screams of the woman After Dask'iya burned completely, the girl warmed her shaking hands once more and melted the gum off of all of the other children's eyes. All of the boys and girls opened their eyes again and ran back home to tell the story of the little girl's triumph in killing the Child Eater. " What are these strange stories, No wonder people Don't touch these books " I slam the book shut when I hear footsteps coming closer to me. Suddenly I feel a strong hand on my arm, yanking me upwards. "What do you think you're doing?" I don't recognize his voice as Ces

She blinked at the details. He had been seventeen. The charge was minor—possession, resisting. The notes scribbled in the margins by a social worker were more telling: "Family conflict. Mother deceased. History of violence. Referred for psychiatric eval." Maya sat back, heart hammering. This wasn’t what she had expected. Not exactly. She had imagined abuse, maybe. A hidden family, a wife. But this—this was the Elias she didn’t know. A younger, wilder boy, barely clinging to himself. Haunted. Fractured. Everything about him now—his control, his need for order, his silence—suddenly made sense.

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.

Charles chuckles, lifts Asher and places him beside Aliza. Aliza kisses the cheek of Asher and carefully places baby Avery into the lap of her brother. Asher gingerly holds his sister and plays with her midget fingers that were closed in a fist. "Mummy she is so small. When will I start playing with her?" Asher asked, distressed and everybody in the room started laughing. ****** The End Dear Friends This book is in a series. It has 12 stories in it. I will update one part (fully) every month. So that you are not left with suspense.

Kaydee timidly took the box and opened it. “I’m glad you liked it.” Troye chuckled. “If you’re happy, will you give Uncle Troye a hug?” Kaydee nodded his head and gave Via a short hug, which made Via laugh. Though he easily opened up with Collin, it seemed like Kaydee was still shy around strangers. “You’re done changing? Let’s eat!” Cassie went inside the kitchen while Collin followed suit. Via led the children to the sink and helped them wash their hands. Troye followed her and helped her with the kids before they entered the dining area.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.