Little Stranger Book Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

"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

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

I explained. He stared at me blankly. I still don’t think he really understood what I was saying. I gestured to the book in his hands. He looked over the cover one last time before finally breaking down and opening it. His eyes went wide the moment he did. He quickly slammed it shut. His face turned bright red. He looked nervously between me and the book for a minute before cautiously opening it again. He stared down at the pictures silently. After a minute, I heard him clear his throat.

I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to cope with the pain, but I knew better than to flinch. “Strip.” He said, letting me go. He pushed me back, and I gulped as I did my best to calm myself down, knowing what was going to come. I could tell that he just arrived, and though I did not understand why he chose to pass by my room first, this wasn’t something that ever he did, I couldn’t help but dread what he was going to be doing. *Trigger warning, read with caution* I slowly wrapped my fingers around the buttons of my dress, undoing them before he frowned and slapped me in the face. “I said a fucking word.”

*** Warning contains triggers A GROWING HEART The stranger draws closer and closer while I willed my beating heart to quite down. A friend calls to him in some strange language, and he gestures for them to join him, both now on my tail. I blink rapidly, a headache pounding in my ears, my breaths sharp. When both walk pass me seraching for something else, I can't stop the sweat from running down my forehead. The heat is driving me crazy from where I stand and I fear that it will reach the house soon. There's frustration building in my heart thinking of all the work we've done and in vain too.

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."

Hey guys! I know I have not been updating regularly and I apologize for that. But this notice is not about that. So guys the following chapters may contain some triggering content such as detailed torture and mentions of blood and etc. So if you are not comfortable with reading that kind of stuff please skip and if you are comfortable don't mind this notice and continue reading. So you have been warned. Read with caution. And also thank you guys for reading this book so far and I will try my best to not dissappoint you. Love you guys!

This book includes the following: - Vulgar language - Violence - Sexual acts - Gore - Trigger words Please read with caution as this book is rated 18+ and must be read with caution. If you feel uneasy, please do not go on. You have been warned! This horror/thriller book has twists and turns; the main character is out to find the truth behind the events and will do anything to get to the bottom of it. Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world?

Damien said, voice low and lethal, “and I will rip your throat out.” The stranger looked at him. “You were raised on small threats.” Damien’s eyes flashed gold. The house whispered from the walls. “Careful.” I did not know who it was warning. Probably everyone. The stranger lifted one hand. Not crossing the threshold. Just touching the rain beyond the broken glass. “The blood is remembering,” he said. “The seals are cracking. The house has spoken. The mountain has heard. And you, little queen, are standing between a wolf who broke you and a crown that may devour you.”