Stranger In My House Book Novels & Stories

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously

But before that, I had to make sure there were no strangers in my house. Suddenly, a strange sound came from the kitchen. I immediately tensed up. Clutching my baseball bat tightly, I took up a position facing the kitchen door. A few seconds later, a head appeared from behind the kitchen cupboard. "Hey, girl. You must be—" I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence. Someone had actually broken into my house. That was the only thought that crossed my mind before I swung the baseball bat right at his head. Flashback off.

And who are these strangers occupying our home? I stand frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest as I survey the scene before me. I look at the door over my shoulder and our address, ‘100 C. Garcia’ is attached to it. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, sending shivers down my entire body as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings for the third time today. “E-Excuse me,” I say, my voice trembling. “Who are you? And what are you doing inside our house?”

I hesitated at the threshold, my instincts screaming that I didn’t want to see whatever was inside. But I’d come this far. Might as well see it through. I stepped inside, and immediately, the smell hit me. It wasn’t the stench of death I’d expected. Not the coppery tang of blood or the sweet-sick smell of decay. This was different. Strange. Like something had been removed from the air itself, leaving behind only emptiness. Like the house itself was holding its breath. The main room was small and cluttered with books and strange objects I didn’t recognize—herbs hanging from the ceiling, crystals arranged on shelves, candles of various sizes and colors scattered everywhere.

I broke into his house. Breaking into a stranger’s house has now added to my list of menacing skills. However, my plan wasn’t exactly to break in and sit around for his arrival. I wish. I arched to screw open the kegs of gasoline I came in as I began to flood his apartment. I only needed to flood the living room to do the damage I’d want for it to do. He’ll be here in few minutes time. I pulled over my face the mask I came with to stop myself from inhaling the putrid smell of the gasoline, then strolled over to the center single seater couch where I chose to take my seat.

she said, pointing towards the food. I looked at the food, and my stomach started to make a noise. She smiled at me, probably hearing the sound. I felt a little embarrassed. Looking at her from a distance, I could say she smelled good, and her brown eyes with long lashes, don't even make me say it. I stood there, wondering if the lashes were real or fake. "You should eat. I will see you in some time," She left without letting me say a word. So I am in a stranger's house? I can't believe I even failed to die like I failed everything.

Sheldon sold his own blood just to scrape together enough cash to sneak back into the country. He'd lost everything—flat broke, banned from flying, and not a penny to his name. Smuggling himself back was his only option. After a grueling week-long trip, he finally made it home. The first thing he did was rush to the basement apartment in our old neighborhood, thinking he'd find me and the boys there. But when he opened the door, all he saw was junk piled to the ceiling, the place stinking of mold and trash.