روايات وقصص ضمن Maxine Stranger Things

As the time passed the two parts of creature’s body started to take on a human form. After the crack of the dawn, William, Olivia and Romos made their way back to the hotel, now sure that the creature was dead. Maxine had already departed feeling depressed as she couldn’t find any links to her son. Now she stood in the corner of an isolated building, not very far from the creek. Suddenly, a woman wearing a white trench coat with red flames on the bottom materialized in front of her. “Good day Maxine,” Maria said. Maxine acknowledged the greeting with a nod.

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

“I assume this is a friend of yours?” Max growled at him and shoved the fork harder against the stranger’s neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alice and Reena staring on with wide eyes. The last thing I wanted was for this to escalate any further. I tried to nudge Max to the side with my foot, but he wasn’t about to move.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

When she finally climbed into bed, she didn’t sleep. The next morning, Maya went about her routine as if she hadn’t stood frozen for half the night with a stranger on the other side of her door. She dressed in loose jeans and a wrinkled T-shirt. She didn’t wear makeup, didn’t fix her curls, didn’t even bother with breakfast. The hallway outside smelled like floor cleaner and old wood. The apartment across from hers had the blinds down, but through a small slit she saw a light flicker on. Then off. She didn’t stop walking.

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

Max turned just in time, but the blade grazed his arm, leaving a thin line of red before he twisted the man’s wrist, yanked the knife away, and slammed him to the sand. It was over in seconds. The stranger groaned in defeat, and Max, breathing hard, pulled out his phone. “This is Maximilian Ashford,” he barked into it. “Send the cops to Ashford Beach House. Now.” Max turned to me, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. “Are you okay, Veronica?” For a second, I couldn’t answer. My gaze had fallen to his arm... where a small cut glistened against his skin, just beneath the intricate black of his tattoos.

The door to the ward swung open, and a tall man walked in, his eyes fixed on the notes in his hands. “Why are there strangers here?” he asked sternly, looking straight at me. Strangers? Me? “I’d like to know why strangers can walk into your hospital so easily by introducing themselves as the patient’s wife. I’m Nina Habirova—Max’s wife. And the one standing by the window has absolutely nothing to do with my husband.” I hadn’t even realized that somewhere deep inside me there lived such a vicious woman—one who suddenly craved blood. I shot Alina a devastating look, and she hurried toward the door.

“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

"The attacks are starting again. We need to act before it's too late." Gamma Erick stepped forward. "In the course of these last few months of investigation, I discovered something pivotal. Maxine's best friend from her previous university—Sarah—isn't just your average human being. She is Alex's daughter-Leo's sister.” The room was silent. The name Alex commanded respect, and Sarah being Alex's daughter added another level of depth to the news. The pack members were whispering among themselves as they tried to conceptualize the ramification of this. Before they could say or do something more, a voice came from the open door. "Wrong.".