Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief. Now he just to find a perfect, decent girl. While he thought about how he could find a woman like that, he turned his eyes to the car window. It’s already dark outside, and there aren’t that many people to be seen there, and the cars are few and far between. He looked around at the remote party near the bridge and seemed he saw something strange. He called the driver and ordered him to slow down. It’s strange why does he sees like there was a small voice urging him to go near that figurine. “ Mico stop for a while” he ordered.

An elderly man's face surfaces. "Um ... Hello" I commenced not sure of how to start the conversation. "Hello. How may I help you ?" the man asked. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, you'd know he's just managing his life. "Actually my car got hit by someone earlier and he gave me a card to bring my car for fixing" I explained handing him the card . He accessed the card and a smile follows which I found kinda weird . "Come in" was what he said before turning around inside . My brows furrowed in confusion Nevertheless, I followed him. I almost choked at the unusual weird smell that was formulating in the room. Everywhere was dirty and full of grease.

“I said let go. Or do you need me to repeat myself?” “Oh, come on, babe, no need to be so angry,” the other stranger says. “Just loosen up a bit. Have some fun with us.” “Yeah,” his friend agrees, inching closer. The first guy’s breath smells of beer. I crinkle my nose. “You know you want this, just admit it. We can give you what you want,” he whispers. I look away and roll my eyes at the ceiling. “In your dreams.” “But you do—” The rest of his words are cut off by a giant man who suddenly appears in front of us. The man is so tall, so broad, and so dangerous-looking that I find my breath hitching in my throat.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

She strolled the aisles of outdated movies and found herself standing in the Horror section. "You're a pretty girl," a low voice said from behind her. Jess snapped her head around crossing her arms. The middle-aged scruffy looking man the voice belonged to was standing close enough to Jackie she could smell him. He smelt like he hadn't had a bath in months. A putrid mix of too much booze, no deodorant and not enough Listerine burned her nose. Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair.

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive

But the strangest part? They weren’t speaking aloud. They were communicating with their minds. And even stranger than that— I could hear them. They had no idea I understood every single word they were saying. "Smell?" I thought. What smell? No one had ever mentioned anything about me having a unique scent before. Not my mom. Not Cynthia. Not anyone. So why were these creatures acting like I carried some kind of special aroma? The more I listened, the more unsettled I became. Was this why Bright and the others were laughing?

And as promised, I didn't say a word after that. He kept driving and called someone. " Adam Wilson, speaking...I will be there in three hours...... Yes, the flight was delayed a bit because of the bad weather..... I need a solution to that problem, immediately. " He said. I put the earphones in my ear and was lost in the melodious voice of my favourite singer. " Excuse me!! Will you please get up, I am already getting late." Someone shook my arm. I opened my eyes and was shocked to realise that I had slipped into slumber in the presence of a real stranger.

I’m there before the breath ends, chalk biting a seam that tried to be clever by running under a rusted drain. “High,” Elder Max calls, tapping the rail with his rod. Kaia leaps, chalks a cross where a strand anchored to air like pride. The web sulks, and then fights as binder capsules pop with a bitter fog. Hazel’s voice over the link is cool and saved my life yesterday: ‘Hold your breath, and count to five. Don’t swallow.’ We count and River’s net snaps cleanly. It drops over a shape that isn’t a witch but a man in a Harbormere polo holding a spool of bead thread and he freezes solid when Kaia smiles. Olive’s voice comes soft from the rear, gentle and lethal all at once.

“Fill his throat.” The first spurt hits the back of my tongue, thick and bitter. I gag, but the woman’s grip is rough, forcing me to swallow. The stranger groans, his cum flooding my mouth, dripping down my throat. I choke, my eyes watering, but she doesn’t let up, her fingers tight in my hair. “Every. Drop,” she hisses. I swallow again, my throat working, my stomach clenching. The stranger pulls out with a wet pop, his cock still twitching, a string of cum dripping from the tip onto my lips.