Little Stranger Book Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

In the following days, we became even bolder. We stopped hiding in just one room. We fucked all over the house like animals in heat, and every single time felt dirtier, hotter, and more addictive than before. My body was becoming addicted to my stepfather’s thick old cock, it was as if I was now surviving on it. On Wednesday afternoon Junior did not come back home early because their classes ran till 4pm due to extra classes.ran outside to play football with his friends. Mike found me in the small store putting dirty clothes into the washing machine

I don't know why he's telling me all these things. "While mum has always been so cautious of me, treating me like an egg ever since my first breakdown when I was 7, so annoying. Sometimes, I can see the fear in her eyes, the same fear in that was in Louisa's eyes and now in Loren. I can't blame them, I fear me too." He stopped, didn't say anything anymore. I gulped noticing he his fingers are lightly pressing down the trigger. This fucker! I slowly took a step forward, one more step closer from collecting the gun from his hand.

"And you will not win this fight. It is my will that you go with these soldiers, and as my apprentice you must obey. As much as it pains me, past this night, you will not be allowed shelter in my house." There was a finality in her voice that bludgeoned Iris's heart, and suddenly the shelf of fine glass bowls, the drawers of neatly sorted candles, the strings of garlic draped over the wooden crossbeam, all of it, all the things Iris had grown up with and built her world around, seemed foreign and filled her mouth with the taste of ashes. Shoving herself away from the table, her chair screeching against the floor, Iris ran out the door before Mother Hall could see her tears and sought solace

My movement was restricted and guards watched me day and night. My heart began to thud loudly in my chest when I heard some movement around me. From the squeaking and hissing, I knew what it was. I turned my head to the direction of the noise, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rodent but all I was greeted with was darkness. It was moments like this I needed light badly; the thought of a rodent climbing my body brought shivers down my spine. I had realized right from my very first stay that I wasn't the only occupant of the room. Other creatures such as this one lived with me — I had heard a croak the previous day while I was asleep. Thoughts of these creatures coming close to me made me freez

If she does not act indecent, no one will try to harm her. And speaking of bad. It seems it was terrible for her to watch porn often. Hilarious thoughts were coming inside her brain. See what happened to her at the cafeteria in the past. Worldly desires play in her brain while entertaining a stranger. She felt like she was doing something wrong. Even though she is the only one who knows what she is thinking, it still feels humiliating. She is a woman. And she was thinking of hot scenes with the man she had just met.

"I-I said too much, but... please. Don't leave. Please... don't leave me." His grip was so weak, I could have easily tugged away from it. But I didn't. I tried to keep my stare icy, but it was melting quicker than I ever imagined. His desperate attempts at pleading and holding me back, the tears forming in his eyes. He looked like a lost child. "Mr. Weston, of all the things that have happened in the past twenty-four hours, that is the most horrific and traumatizing thing you’ve done to me," I said coldly.

It was creepy at the same time it feels so real. Every day it happened. It's always end with me about to be fucked by some stranger I don't know. When I feel a hand touching me, it always follows up with a feeling I never felt before it makes my body react to it in a weird way. I have told Andrew about this and he always says"Maybe you can just enjoy the dick he is trying to give you." "You know what will do in this situation is to just let him have his way with you. what are you worried about, this is your chance to test and feel how good a dick can be."

-Eve- *Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, rape, self-harm, etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic please skip this chapter. The nightmares were getting worse. I know that Nana notices and so does Vincent. I also know that it was the reason I am here now. In this sunflower theme room with drawings of bright blue skies, it seems as if nothing bad would ever happen to me here.

the littlest said with awe. I tried not to react. Lira. The girl I’d crossed time to find. The one that weird stranger that knew more than he was letting on said was the key to everything. I turned back to the children. “Look, I promise I’m not here to hurt anyone. But I need to talk to her. Can you let me go?” They huddled. Whispered. Eyed me. Then whispered again. Finally, the leader sighed. “If you try anything weird, I’ll bite your nose off.”

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.