Stranger In My House Book Novels & Stories

"Steward, a stray's wandered into the hall. Deal with her, quickly, before she soils the Thorne family's dignity." She shouted it with her chin in the air, as though showing off a trophy. The hall's steward came over and asked deferentially, "Excuse me, miss. Might I see your invitation?" Karina watched me, gloating, apparently certain I couldn't produce the pass that marked one's right to enter. Eli's brow knit tight, and just as he made to speak again, I'd already drawn out the invitation stamped with the thorned-rose crest.

A bad feeling washed over me. I threw the door open, and my eyes went wide. My once-pristine leather sofa was buried under piles of clothes. Some had even fallen onto the rug, stomped over with muddy footprints. Toiletries from the bathroom were strewn across the floor, leaking everywhere. The refrigerator door hung wide open, and I spotted chips and snacks scattered all around. If it weren't for the familiar curtains, I'd have thought I walked into the wrong apartment. What pushed me over the edge—my Lego sets that I'd displayed on either side of the TV had been knocked to the floor and smashed to pieces.

Adrian looked at the White Book. Its cover had changed once more. The silver letters slowly rearranged themselves. THE AUTHOR MUST CHOOSE. Then... a single page slipped free from the book. It drifted gently through the air. Adrian caught it. Unlike every other page... this one contained only a single sentence. It wasn't written in ink. It looked as though the paper itself remembered the words. He read it silently. His face turned pale. The Stranger noticed. "What did it say?" Adrian could barely breathe.

The caption read, "I was nearly scared to death when my precious Pico choked on a nut. Luckily, Mamma brought in the best specialist right away." The comments below were all flattery and words of comfort. With a bitter smile, I glanced at the red hives on the back of my hand that still hadn't fully faded. My own Mamma went to all that trouble for a pet rat, yet she couldn't even be bothered to call and ask if I was alright. When I pushed open the door to the house the next day, the scene inside was exactly as I had left it. Dirty dishes were piled on the table, and the trash can was knocked over on the floor.

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

For one horrible second, I just stare at him. Then he steps away, putting distance between us so suddenly that I almost feel cold. "My housekeeper changed you," he says. "If you must know." I let out the breath I'd been holding. "Oh." His mouth twitches. "Go get dressed and leave. I don't allow strangers into my home. Especially this close. And you've wasted enough time already." Stranger. That word sticks somewhere in my chest as he heads for the door. That's exactly what he is. A stranger. And I don't think I've ever wanted to know anyone this badly in my life.

Sabi nga nila bad omen would happen if you break a mirror. I didn’t bother taking another glance of that thing and started to walk away from this place. Even though the road, scenario, and place was something I have seen countless of time, this time it made me feel like a stranger. I cannot seem remember the way on my house. Napatigil ako sa paglalakad ng makarating ako sa isang pamilyar na establishment. It was the book store where I brought the book. Book… Yes, I remember buying a book. But what was the title again?

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

He has hidden his face in my chest. I became a little bit scared. Is this any kind of Sehreyar's Dadi's tricks? Did she send another goon to scare me? Did she come to know about my new apartment? Whatever! I can't get scared. I have to be brave to protect my son. I asked the stranger who is still at the door, " Who is there?" The person entered my house and I become frozen in my place. I gulped down my saliva because of nervousness and fear. The person is looking at me with anger filed eyes.

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”