Little Stranger Book Series Novels & Stories

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.

She thought I'd break down and sob uncontrollably, but I coolly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and sat calmly on the couch. "Why did you do that?" I asked. That simple question shattered Sally's confident façade. Her mask crumbled, revealing her fear and hysteria. "Because I hate you!" she screamed. "I'm sick of your goody-two-shoes act! I hate you! I hate you more than anyone!" Never had I imagined hearing such words from Sally. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she grew up with her grandma. She lived next door to my family. My parents treated her like their own daughter, and I saw her as my older sister.

“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?”

“All done, like you just going to wait until tomorrow morning to pack the odds and ends.” The Party The eight of them got into the car and drive off heading for The Stratton Estate. Upon arriving Analina gets even more anxious when no one lets them know of any mail that was received that day. As they walked through the door Analina catches the shift in the air being different from normal and looks cautiously around her environment. “SURPRISE!!!” She heard different voices shout out to them. Her brother then comes over to her. “Congratulations on graduating high school. Are you ready to head over to my place in the morning?” He asked her. “Yes, everything is packed and ready to go.” She answe

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

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.

The White Book suddenly appeared beside Adrian. Its pages turned faster than ever before. Every page contained the same sentence. HE HAS RETURNED TOO EARLY. The boy looked at the White Book. His smile disappeared. "I never liked that book." "It always tells the truth too late." Without touching it... he simply raised one finger. The White Book froze. Its pages stopped turning. For the first time since Adrian had found it... the book became completely silent. The Stranger whispered, "This is impossible..." The boy slowly looked back at Adrian.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.