Stranger In My House Book Novels & Stories

Every room looked familiar to me and I didn't even need help finding my way around the house. There was something strange about this place, I couldn't wash off the strong feeling that made me feel like I was safe, like I was home, and no one would harm me. I was kidnapped by a strange man who had my baby but here I was touring his house comfortably. There was this strange familiarity in the air which made me feel like I have some strange connection with this place.

Glancing back to the book I contemplated whether or not I should finally read it, about two days after the mysterious woman had given me the book some weird things had started to happen. For one it always felt as if someone would constantly watch me every time I'd want to start with the book and in the evening the house would be filled with voices I`d be too scared to get out of bed to look and all this went on about a week, it was then when I decided to pack the book away and read it when I got back home and since then there hasn't been another incident until now... I tried to recall what the book was about but nothing came to mind. Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was

Listen carefully, too much curiosity is dangerous in this house. She clenched her fists. " It's my house. " The stranger gave the slightest tilt of his head. "Then you should be the first to know that not everything enters a home is invited. " Her breathing stopped. Invited? What did that even mean? She forced her voice to study. "Move, I need to go. " "No," he replied firmly, final. " You can not go to the courtyard." the stranger said softly ." Not today, not now." Did he know she was going to Simon to ask about the incident?

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

“Do you find these books a little strange?” Alice turned and looked at Xander “I feel the same way!” Alice answered, because it was a little strange. The house they enter has a lot of dust, even for the bed, they have to clean the downstairs which is full of dust. And finding that the books on the second floor were clean made them a little suspicious. That means, before them there must be someone else who entered this house. But because she felt it was not too dangerous, Alice turned back to the pages of the books that were open. Alice stared at the title,--'IMMALITY'—Alice frowned. He reads the book

“We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ” If she chooses whom she would like to be with, there is no doubt that Shean will quickly choose the stranger. She turned to the walking testosterone, and before she could understand what was happening, she just felt he hold one of her arms and pulled her out of the bar. She did not felt the need to struggle. The touch of his hand on her seemed to ignite her intense desire to be confined to the long and strong arms of a stranger. It is fine with her wherever he takes her, as long as he holds her. She will come with him.

They were already working hard, and I did not want to add to their burden. "Maybe she is a guest," I said to myself and decided to go straight to the kitchen, Henry warned me not to speak to any strangers that I found in his home unless he told me to. And she was a stranger so I turned my back on the stranger and walked away, my footsteps echoing in the marble-floored hallway. "Stop right there! Didn't you notice my presence?" The woman asked, her voice a bit harsh. I turned back to look at her, noticing her hazel eyes and incredibly large breasts that didn't seem to complement her frail body figure.

“Here.” When I saw what he was holding, my eyes widened, chills ran down my spine, and my heart thumped rapidly. “H-How did—” “I broke into your house. Your immediate family—” “Never uttered a word about those devils. They are not members of my family,” I interjected, my gaze fixed on the small book he was holding. I was about to pry it free when he shifted his hand away, causing me to frown and piercing my eyes into his.

The safe house penthouse felt different tonight—quieter, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Luna stood before the bathroom mirror, watching steam dissipate from the glass like ghosts of the day's terrors. The hot water had washed away the grime and blood from Building 12, but the phantom weight of the zip ties still pressed against her wrists, the echo of Damien's voice still whispered in her ears.

He kept moving closer until I got my back on the wall. His sharp eyes roamed my body as he sniffed me like a meal. “You smell good.” My jaw dropped. I pushed his chest quickly. “You're in my home, in my space, you fucking stranger!” I was sure my neighbors would have been frustrated with my noise, but I didn't care. My bare fingers brushed against his bare chest and I felt a shudder run down my spine. “Get out. Now. I am not your master!” Then he vanished.