Stranger By The Shore Shun Novels & Stories

“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

“Your wife is alive. For now. Get ready to follow my instructions. And I won't repeat myself again. Stop trying to find us. You’re out of moves.” The feed cut to black. Grayson stood frozen, the image of Luna’s face seared into him. She was worth everything. The woman who crashed his wedding in a thrift-store dress. Who stood up to her abusive ex. Who trusted him when she had every reason not to. “Sarah,” he said, voice deadly calm. “What do we have?” She zoomed in on the frame. “Faint background noise—lapping water. Likely a marina. Shadows suggest a basement or lower level. And...” She pointed to the corner. “A logo. Crescent moon over a wave. Langley Maritime. Marina District.”

She kissed his forehead. She stretched out her neck to see if they were coming her way, the coast was clear and she ran to the other side of the building, the guys shot in her direction and started walking toward her. She took off her jacket and used it to tie Hayden against her body, then she picked up a hard stick and waited for the guy to come closer, Immediately, the guy pointed the gun in her direction, and she was quick enough to hit the gun away from his hand, the guy groans in pain and she started to use the stick on him until he passed out, She turns to run when the other guy shot her on her shoulder, she groans in pain and quickly run to a hiding place while the guy was still follo

“And what’s your name?” “That won’t be necessary,” came a familiar voice, smooth yet commanding. Sherryl’s head snapped up, relief flooding her as Dallion approached. Sherryl was relieved when Dallion intervened in the tense conversation with the stranger who had approached her. Not that Dallion was some noble hero in her eyes, he was far from it. He was a twisted enigma, a puppet master who delighted in controlling every move she made. This was the same man who had made her climb a tree just to pluck a fruit, mocking her efforts with a sly grin when he could’ve easily done it himself. Still, despite his games, Dallion seemed less threatening than the man standing next to her now—a shark cir

Shawn made his way to the port far away from the capital to the north. He walked along the port with his walking stick wearing an emerald suit and looked dashing yet intimidating. His walking stick tacked on the cement with each step he took and when he reached the docks, the wood creaked under him. He got many curious looks from the fishermen and sellers. As he walked down the dock he found a ship named Lona Nou. He stopped in front of it and couldn’t see anyone on the ship. He walked back up the docks and looked for someone -- anyone to ask questions.

"I don't really have much to share. What do you want to know about me?" I thought for a moment before answering. "Where do you live?" "Two houses down the street from here." "What's your name?" "What's yours?" I didn't answer. He laughed again. "When are you going inside?" "When they stop," I responded. "How about you? When are you going home?" The stranger shrugged and gestured to my house. "When they stop, I guess." "Tell me something more," I said. "Share something that no one else knows about you."

A large constricting snake ready to strangle and kill. Tony was a scorpion: an arachnid characterized by two large front pincers and a curved tail with a poisonous sting at the end ready to sting innocent people that came across it. Tony had strangled me. Tony had stung me. I loathe the day I set my eyes on Tony. My arms went around my shoulders as I held my knees to my chest like scared child; I was no different from one.

Today is Monday, his work at the engineering firm starts today with the stranger in bed, an intern I suppose. Scattering of footsteps upstairs can be heard but Shyra kept her focus on the show running infront of her. After a few hours, two men came downstairs well-dressed and off to work, "Mrs. Parker, we're off to work now" the stranger says before leaving "Thank you for the lovely evening" Shyra waved her hand out to the stranger for a goodbye, then Shane walks over to kiss her forehead and left without a word. Shyra sighed in relief as she can finally have some peace and quiet. No more strangers to please and no

Shen POV I found him exactly where I knew I would, at the edge of the shore, where the land met the restless sea. The tide had risen slightly since morning, creeping closer to the jagged rocks, waves folding into each other in a slow, steady rhythm. The sky above was pale, washed with a dull light that hinted at a storm, or perhaps something worse lurking beneath the clouds. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

After all, they were in her and Hall's apportioned part of the canton, and as their Candlemaiden, she was responsible for their spiritual wellbeing. The hike to the old shrine was steep and tricky, but Iris knew the way well enough, and was barely out of breath when she reached the crown of the highest hill. The shrine wasn't for any spirit Iris had ever met, and though the glassy contours of its twisted black rocks reminded her of ocean waves, the way the jagged rocks jutted into the sky made her think of mountains and cliffs instead of wells and streams. Mother Hall had only taken her three times before, but Iris had visited several times on her own: some intangible, atmospheric quality of