Little Stranger Book Series Novels & Stories

— 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.

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.

“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

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 ..

the stranger said. “Was,” I corrected him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asked. Telling him all I know, the stranger just listens. Once I was done explaining. We stood quietly for a while. Finally, he opened the book and started going through it. No expressions were shown on his face. “Do you have a name?” the stranger asked after a while. “There is one. Before I tell you, at first, there was only one initial. It’s at the end of that book. If you like, you may look at it.” I said.

[Take care mother]  Hey cuties 🖤❤️ What do u think about the first few chapters? I'm definitely excited Love y'all a shit load🖤❤️ • Melinda

NALANI It was as if I had been struck by a tidal wave. It seemed like there was a laser torturing my eyelids that instead of opening my eyes, I just closed it tightly because of the glary light from the bulb. The softness of the bed was unfamiliar to me—I immediately understood that I was not in my own bed. I buried my face in the pillow and suddenly someone tapped my butt and Esther's voice dominated, "I don't want to wish you good morning because I'm mad. So get up, the food is ready."

" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face. "Striscia! (*Strip!!)" She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra. "Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!" She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out. She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

The impossible had just happened. The giant that terrified the Harbinger had been thrown aside effortlessly. The stranger looked toward Lena. Then toward me. His smile disappeared. Interesting. He looked serious now. Curiously studying us. "The convergence" The words were almost whispered. The little girl immediately stepped in front of Lena. Protective and defensive. The stranger laughed softly. "Still trying to protect her?" The little girl glared at him. "You cannot have her" The stranger's expression changed instantly. Cold and dangerous.

Never had I imagined that she had already borne another man's child—and that, over a single jealous remark from Bobby, she had decisively aborted ours. The abortion certificate shown in that video was nothing less than a brutal mockery of all the love and devotion I had given her over the years. It was laughable—utterly, bitterly laughable. "If it's just a godchild, would he call you 'mommy and daddy'? What else do you have to say?" I looked at Cynthia indifferently. There was nothing left in my heart but ice. She faltered for a moment, guilt flickering across her face, but still retorted stubbornly, "What's there to explain? Kids don't know any better. Calling familiar adults 'mommy and dad