Novel & Cerita Little Stranger Book Trigger Warnings

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach, and my palms went cold. I swallowed back the lump in my throat, my body shaking with fear. I pointed a trembling hand at the half plate of mashed potatoes, "You didn’t eat this, did you?" Elias glanced up, a frown gracing his forehead, "I did. Why?" Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!! The stranger's warnings replayed in my head. Root vegetables, Aphrodisiac, Strong. I didn't think. I turned on my heels fast, "I need to go, I have something to do." I told Elias and bolted for the door.

**Trigger Warning. This book may contain the following topics that may be sensitive to readers: dubious consent, masochism, drug use, mental illness, mentions of previous assault or abuse, sexual harassment of a main character, kidnapping, abandonment, control, confinement, and attempted crimes. This book is rated 18+ due to content. Never in my life had I considered what it would be like to meet fate. To have what you thought was love turn into harsh realization of manic moments that never seemed to make sense. The haunted memories of my past were always too much for me to handle. The dark ways that my mind played tricks on me, constantly having me look over my shoulder as if waiting for hi

CHAPTER 117 TROUBLE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! Knowing Allana’s paranoid thoughts she might get in danger if she gets a shock from the news. It is not ideal for her to know anything unless he was sure that the children are safe.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

’ Visibly disappointed, he stared at me with a lighter anger, but I could notice a slight pity on his eyes as if I was going to break in half. ‘Well, it is very nice to meet you too, complete stranger I know nothing about. And for your information, you are all aliens until I’m aware of every single detail on your, or… our kind. As far as I’m concerned, there could be life at Mars. Everything is possible at the moment. I’m trying to be really open minded about all of this, but shoving strangers every five minutes at my face telling me they are family is not helping, mum. I mean, this guy looks like he’s torn between ripping my head off or giving me a hug. It’s confusing. And why am I hyperven

CHAPTER 48 DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER? WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! He is, and he doesn’t give a fuck about whether she bawled her eyes, she is nothing but a stranger. “Past? Do they know each other?”

My boobs dangled, red as a result of the strap around them. Gasping for air, I looked around the strange, dimly lit room, the only items I found being an old cupboard and a small stool that was covered in cobwebs. The scent of cum and dust hung heavy in the air, making me wonder where the hell I was. "Hello!" I called out, panting. "Is anyone there!?" The door slowly creaked open, letting in a little bit of light, and a tall, broad shouldered man entered, his sleek shoes kissing the floor.

But the small child that stumbles forward gets all my attention now, because they fall right against me and immediately slum, making me dip down and get my arms under the figure that had now slummed to their knees, coughing roughly. “Oh my-” I whisper in a sharp breath and look up at the strange figure. “What happened?!” I can’t help but ask, a lump forming in my throat as I am sure I catch a hint of crimson when they move and the light falls under the hood, showing off crimson eyes. But the stranger does not reply, instead, the coughing child coughs louder again and looks up at me with soft and tired eyes, rimmed with dark circles around their eyes.

"I slept with a stranger last night." She recounted the things she remembered with a trembling voice. Her tone was filled with regret, and even when she wanted to blame it all on the alcohol, she knew better. In the end, the blame was on her. It was all due to her wrong decisions that stemmed from her following her emotions.

“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