Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

The stranger's embrace offers a sense of security and warmth that penetrates through the cold despair that had gripped her. “Breathe -” In the midst of her dizziness, a faint image flickers before her eyes, accompanied by a gentle voice that resonates in her ear, urging her to breathe. Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart.

Rose’s POV The stranger’s cock rams into my mouth before I can pull back, forcing his way through my narrow opening, groaning and banging his cap hard against the roof of my mouth. “Smart mouth that can barely fit around a cock.” He curses and angrily grips my chin, forcing the floor of my mouth to part for further forceful penetration. I gag. My wide eyes roll at the fat cock breaking into my mouth without a care. ‘Bite it off! Grab his balls!

The stranger. He’s here

It was like a thick fog clung to their bodies, blinding my vision. A finger ran up my spine, sending shocks of cold down my back. “Such a tender little morsel...” the stranger sighed. A freezing body pressed against mine. They grabbed my shoulders. “Dibs! I haven't eaten since last Monday.” “No!” another growled, tearing at my hair and thrusting my head back. A nose pressed against my neck. The thick stench of rot came from its flesh as it inhaled deeply. “No, she's my meat. My fresh, bloody meat. I'll tear her to beautiful ribbons. You'd like that, wouldn't you, doll?” he whispered harsh in my ear.

Samantha Pov The room suddenly felt too small as if the walls were closing in. My breath turned shallow. I felt suffocated. “I… excuse me.” I muttered, already rising before the director could respond. I needed air. I pushed the door open and crashed into someone. A familiar intoxicating smell hit my nostrils. My breath stilled. Slowly, I lifted my head. And met those deep and sharp eyes that were unmistakably familiar. Liam. “Miss Blake.” He said, his brows drawing together slightly. “What happened? Did your director misbehave with you?” Before I could react, his hand closed around my wrist in a firm and protective grip

"I do not know, Alpha. I'm scared...I'm so scared." Max came closer to her worriedly holding her shoulder as he whispered, "W-Wait..." But just as Bob stood up there was a faint knock at the door which brought the intriguing moment to a brief halt. We all looked at it, I hesitated to open it. I chose between the two, to open the door or to let Blythe finish what she had to say. "So they're already out..." Eve said that right, Travis' scent hit my nose, but it was a faint scent, I don't know why.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "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.

Ink spills from beneath the collar of his shirt and disappears beneath his sleeves, black lines twisting over powerful hands that look capable of breaking bones without effort. A death’s-head moth stretches across his throat, its wings spread wide over muscle and vein. It’s beautiful and terrifying. His eyes land on the man touching me and the room goes completely silent as the creep beside me finally releases my wrist. "Hey, man," he starts nervously. "This ain’t what it looks like." The stranger steps forward once. My skin prickles. "You put your hands on her," he says softly. That voice is deep enough to feel in my stomach.

My eyes lock onto the passenger door facing us as it swings open, and the Elder with long white hair steps out. My heart begins racing, my palms begin to sweat, and it feels hard to breathe. My mind fractures, taking me back to my nightmare. I see Walker hanging from those chains, and I can smell his blood all over the floor. I jump when I hear the whip snapping against his back again. It's harder to breathe; each breath feels void of air. I claw at my throat when the whip snaps again.

“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