Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I pushed my chair back, heartbeat loud in my ears. “Human? Seriously? That’s your first question after attacking my mouth?” He stepped closer. One slow, confident step. His golden eyes glowed like fire catching light. I stepped back. River kicked my ankle under the table, painfully. Do not challenge him, his eyes screamed. Please do not challenge him. I like being alive. The stranger ignored River completely. His attention stayed glued to me. “You’re interesting,” he said quietly. “But no human smells like that. No human reacts like that when I touch them. So what are you?”

Liam picked up the necklace then followed after Chloe. "Chloe!" He called after her, and she walked faster and faster then began to run and came to a sudden screeching halt, and Liam collided into her back. "Oh my god." She whispered while looking up at Marilyn Monroe hanging from a noose on a tree branch. Chloe blinked twice then passed out.

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought

Mom would always tell me to live to fight another day. “I'm waiting…” he said in a sing-songed tone. “Lips!” I said in a panicked voice. “Sorry?” He mused. The bastard was enjoying this. “Lips.” My voice broke. When he let go of me, I inhaled a greedy amount of air, grateful for the oxygen returning to my lungs. The stranger raised a gorgeous brow and leaned closer till I could smell his body wash. “So you'll let me use your mouth?” He asked. I feel sick.

Or if she was alive. She stopped when someone whistled at her. She found a pair of brown eyes eyeing her—a demon. The man scanned her body from her head to her foot as if she was some delicious goods. A part of his tooth was missing, and no amount of toothpaste would cleanse his bad breath. He wore a black leather sleeve and partnered it with a pair of jeans. Demons were known for their cleanliness, but the man in front of her was an exception. "Care for a good night, little one?" he asked. He played with his brows playfully.

Just now Aiora was about to answer but there were already people hugging him from behind which made Aiora surprised, but immediately he was silent because he smelled a familiar scent to him. "Three o'clock." Ellthan whispered. Aiora turned to the three o'clock Ellthan said, saw a man with white hair but still looked young and had a scorpion tattoo on his wrist. Aiora suddenly froze, the surrounding sounds suddenly disappeared. His mind drifted to the incident where he lost his parents. Ellthan kisses Aiora's side face so that Aiora awakens. "Too contrast Aiora." Ellthan whispered kissing Aiora's ear, making Aiora suddenly realized.

His breathing was hard and heavy as if the last thread of control was about to leave him. Why would I want him to stop? I wanted this as much as he does! “Don’t wait for me to stop you, I won’t,” I whispered in his lips, breathing heavily. The stranger groaned before slamming his lips back on mine. His finger found my entrance and he pushed one digit, coated another with my juice, and now there are two inside me. I screamed as I felt my orgasm was on its edge. “So damn tight,” he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace.

I also thought about how part of me still wanted to run and never look back. I don’t know when I finally drifted off to sleep, but I suddenly woke to something sharp being pressed against my neck. “Don’t scream,” a voice whispered into my ear from behind me. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it wasn’t one of the triplets. The scent was all wrong. The stranger pressed a thick rag over my mouth. I knew it had been dipped in chemicals because of the smell and also because of how suffocating it was. My body started to feel heavy almost immediately, while my eyes started fluttering close and my head spun. I tried to fight it, but the darkness that descended over me was faster.

The instant the words left my mouth, the noisy chatter across the hall died into dead silence. Dozens of stares fixed on me at once, contempt and mockery and idle curiosity tangled together, heavy enough to smother. "Layla, if you're going to lose your mind, at least look around first. This auction is run by the Thorne family." Karina covered her mouth and giggled. "Your territory? Big words. Careful, or you'll come to a very ugly end before the night's out."

This day could not get any worse, even if it tried. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and a familiar scent came along with it. Faint at first, but it grew thicker. I unconsciously slid my lower lip into my mouth, trying to recreate the best, most obnoxious kiss I had ever had. I could almost taste the minty breath of the stranger at Maison du Cafe.