Novel & Cerita Little Stranger Book Trigger Warnings

Goosebumps filled my skin; I felt like a slut, being this open to someone I didn’t even know the name of— “F—“ I wanted to scream as his dick slammed into me with no warning, no remorse but I sealed my mouth shut immediately, the bomb! I whimpered as a hard slap landed on my ass, “The rule is not to scream, Frozen.” He fisted my hair in his hand and dragged it back, giving his dick inside me a new depth and feeling. “Unless Of course, you don’t want to see our babies grow.”

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought

"Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures. Not talking to anyone I know and do not make the first move when it comes to a boy. This will be the end of me if ever she found out. I harshly bit my lower lip and internally scold myself in annoyance. What in the world was I thinking? My only hope is that this stranger wouldn't go telling anyone what just happened or I will literally get screwed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll be pretty em

Grimmer’s voice dropped to a whisper that felt like a scream, "the stranger was an intrusion. He was a hunter marking his territory." ​He let the warning hang in the heavy air. ​"The 'glow' she felt wasn't love; it was the heat of a fire about to consume her. She was looking for a soulmate, but all she found was a survival guide written in blood." ​A boy in the second row raised his hand, his voice shaking. ​"Sir... what does the story mean? Is it a metaphor for—" ​"Put your hand down," Grimmer snapped, not breaking eye contact with me.

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.

But in this context, we both knew he wasn’t talking about the kind that squeaked. He walked over to the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured a glass, then traced his finger slowly along the rim before taking a sip. His steps were deliberate as he approached me, stopping just inches away. “But here’s what they forget…” He suddenly flipped the glass over, letting the whiskey spill across the floor like blood. “…this house has traps older than their worthless lives.” He leaned in, that creepy smile spreading across his face. “You’ve seen what happens to sneaky rats in my territory, Zanye. Even the clever ones eventually take the wrong step.”

Please come alone. Her thumb hovered over the send button. But before she could press it— Buzz. A message lit up her screen. Her blood turned to ice. > Time’s up, little sister. Come home. — D The room tilted. Grace dropped the phone. It landed face-up on the floor, still glowing with Damien’s message like a threat branded in digital ink. Her breath hitched. Her legs backed up on instinct, crashing into the desk behind her. A low rumble reached her ears—an engine.

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.

"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.

I said. The frame went still. I kept going because stopping felt like dying. "He used to curl his toes when he slept. He made a fist around the edge of my shirt before he could say the word safe. He once put a sticker on my phone camera because he said bad people could see through it." The scanner warmed beneath my palm. UNAPPROVED DETAIL. "There." I dragged my blood over the sensor. "He is not an approved detail." The nursery light stuttered. Somewhere beyond the door, a machine gave a soft infant-chime, gentle and horrible.