Novel & Cerita Stranger In My House Book

Which reminds me, where did he even get Mrs Bennett's apartment's keys? "What are you doing here?" The stranger questions, his thick voice vibrating and managing to make my insides melts like ice— something he's voice should definitely not be doing to me at a moment like this since I'm still trying to figure out who he is. "I asked first," I shoot back as I hope he isn't anything relating to thives, assassins, and the rest. "Well, this is my house, so answer me!" The stranger replies loudly, his unexpected loud voice made me choke on air a little because I clearly wasn't expecting him to be trying to act all high and mighty in a house that isn't his— oh, he thinks it's his maybe.

“At least not yet.” I clenched my fists at my sides and forced myself to stay calm. I wasn’t going to let him get under my skin. * * * As the hours dragged, the storm only worsened, hammering the roof and drowning out every other sound. I stayed in the kitchen with a book, though I couldn’t focus on the words. My mind kept circling back to the stranger upstairs, the weight of his presence pressing against the walls. Every time the wind howled or the thunder cracked, I felt the reminder that I was trapped here with him.

After three months away, I was finally home. I asked the house's male housekeeper, Jacob Miller, to give me a hand carrying my luggage upstairs. Jacob hoisted the suitcase but had barely taken a few steps when—bang—the luggage crashed to the floor. He clutched his wrist, wincing in pain. The noise startled the three women on the sofa. They jumped up and rushed toward him, surrounding him with frantic questions, fussing as if he were about to shatter. They scrambled for ointment, massaging his wrist with careful fingers, treating him like fragile porcelain.

Before my fingers touched it, the lamp went out. Darkness swallowed the room. I froze. Someone was breathing behind me. Slow. Quiet. Close. I turned. A figure stood at the far end of the room. I couldn’t see the face. Only the outline of a black cloak. My hand moved toward my weapon. The figure stepped forward. I took one step back. “Who are you?” No answer. The stranger reached toward the shelf. Then pulled out a book. The missing pages had been hidden inside it. My eyes widened.

"Not tonight." I came in far enough to see the bookshelf behind him—hundreds of spines, all business, all finance, except for one slim paperback shoved sideways at the end, spine cracked white from being opened too many times. I didn't ask about that either. I was starting to understand that this house kept its answers the way I kept mine: buried and guarded and not for strangers. "Can I ask you something?" He gestured at the chair across from him, which I took as permission.

Then…God help me, he leaned in and kissed her. My knees weakened. “What the hell is going on in my house?” I breathed. My body trembled, fear crawling up my spine, tightening around my chest. Everything I thought I knew was cracking…my daughter, my home, the people I trusted most. The stranger’s words echoed in my head. You really trust the people around you. I straightened slowly. I didn’t know the full truth yet. But I would. Whatever it cost. Because something dark was living under my roof and it was already too close.

Sam also prefers to work from home rather than at the office, because he is often accompanied by Luna and the girl makes healthy snacks. "SAM!" shouted Luna from her room. Hearing Luna scream, Sam immediately ran to the girl's room, and just jumped right in. Sam gawked at Luna standing on the table. "What are you doing?" asked Sam confused. "There's a cockroach under that shelf!" Luna exclaimed, pointing at the bottom of her bookshelf. "Cockroach?" he asked. Luna nodded quickly. Sam went to the shelf that Luna meant and looked for the disgusting creature that had scared his wife. After finding the cockroach, Sam immediately hit it with a sandal until the disgusting insect died. Sam took the

He told me Rowena was just an old friend, nothing more. However, I never imagined they were actually promised to each other. I forced the memory out of my mind and turned to leave quietly—only to be stopped by a waiter. "Excuse me, miss. Are you with this group?" Everyone in the room turned to look at the door. My cheeks burned, but I kept my cool. "I just got here. What's going on?" Jim looked startled, but when he heard I’d only just arrived, his shoulders relaxed. His friends hurried out to smooth things over.

The silence inside the house wasn’t any better, if anything, the tall walls seemed suffocating, draining every bit of air in the air. I shoved the feeling down and made it halfway through the stairs when their voices drifted from down the hall. My steps slowed, instincts screaming at me to turn back but I didn’t listen, instead, I turned toward his study until I reached the door and pressed myself closer to the wall. My heart hammered in my ears as I strained to listen in. “I was surprised you accepted my offer to have this meeting here… your house.” The stranger drawled. “I was even more surprised to see her here.”

My eyes scan the area in case anyone has come here looking for me. Luckily, I find no one. With my heart pounding fast, I race to the front door and raise my hand to knock but stop midway when I see the door is slightly open. I grab the knob and push the door in slowly as I step inside. "Cas," I call out, my voice reverberating in the eerily silent house, making me flinch. My eyes widen at the sight of broken chairs, books littered across the floor, a bookshelf toppled over—and then I hear something low rolling against the floorboards until it suddenly stops.