Stranger In My House Book Novels & Stories

Silly. He hissed in anger and flung my book to one corner of the room. I had told myself not to feel any emotion, and anger was also an emotion so I wasn't supposed to feel anything at all. I was going to play this cool and not seek him out and completely ignore him whenever I bumped into him in the house, but now he had let me lose my cool. And I wasn't happy about that. I didn't want to be in this house, I didn't want to see him, I wanted to get out of here and not come back home tonight.

And at the end of the day she decided to follow her heart and give herself a fresh start even though the destination was unknown, there was so much at stake. She went back to the Party house in search of Mr Stranger few days later after consulting Emily but couldn't find him. She kept going back every single day for 2 whole weeks, her hope getting weaker each time she asked and nobody seemed to know him. She had seen a similar man with a striking resemblance to him the last time she came, seated in the far corner of the room and she had approached him out of excitement but it had turned out to be someone else. She went around asking about him as usual, describing his facial features but nobo

I escorted him to through the hallway to the door, and closed my door immediately he was out, releasing a sigh of relief at finally being rid of the stranger that had given me chills all the while I was alone with him in the house. Once he was gone, and I was utterly alone in the house, I realized that I might have actually found a little bit of solace in the stranger's presence. How pathetic could my life get?

I immediately went to his dormitory. When I arrived outside the men’s dormitory, I saw Samuel standing at a corner near the entrance. I saw him talking to someone. He looked fishy, and I found it strange. I quietly crept closer to him. It turned out that the person he talked to was Raymond!

he said advancing towards me grinning evily "and now that you've come crawling back in going to show you exactly what I'd do to those who stab me in the back" carrrrlllllooooossssssss noooooooooo gasps I jolted up drenched in sweat it was all a dream, thank heavens I wasn't back to that lunatic, I was here finally free of that monster, I'm here with a new one. one whom I know nothing about..... way to go Scarlett you've done it again....... you've made bad choices on men.... again I know I kind of panicked when nona told me all of those things about valerio... but I didn't expect it to bring back this nightmare, but I do know one thing tho, I am not sleeping on the same bed with that strange

I couldn’t see its face or feel its aura. “Who are you?” I stammered, heart racing but I got no answer. As always. Instead, my hands grew heavier and wet. I looked down—blood, thick and dark, running down from something I was holding. Like a book. It suddenly went up in flames. “Alexander—” My chest tightened as the cloaked stranger tried to grab the thing from my hand. I wanted to let go of it completely and let the intruder have it. But for some reason, the book refused to move.

I even just fell asleep because I was too tired to think about the possibility of Kane suddenly coming. When I was closing the window, I faintly heard the sound of footsteps approaching my room. I strained my hearing and stood close to the window, worried if the sound was coming from someone I didn't expect. However I'm still not used to living in this house. It's too quiet and quiet here compared to my apartment which is always noisy by the sound of vehicles or my house because my mother is always screaming for me to do this and that.

They even met the way we met. What the hell!! The author had uploaded around ten chapters of the book. It looked as if it was written keeping us in mind. Wow!! It was interesting... But how?? Was it some kind of rare coincidence? I slept off thinking about her. ****** It was morning, my doorbell chimed. I dragged myself out of my bed and opened the door. The moment the door was opened, the aroma of freshly cooked stuffed Parantha hit my olfactory senses. " Umm wow!!! I was going to get annoyed at you for making me get up so early. But this aroma is making me crazy. Parantha?? " I asked.

Hurry now" I didn't feel excited…her text didn't work a smile to my lips. I sluggishly walked downstairs, heading to the living that seemed to stretch and change position at every step I took. “What is it?" My eyes sparked, noticing the strange cologne that was seductively commanding. A stranger was in our house. She'd let a stranger into the house. "How many I help you, sir?” Heaven knows it took every ounce of strength and self-control to speak politely but the fucker’s head remained bent to the floor. I ignored Valerie’s smile, wondering why she had a smile as wide as that on her face.

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo