Stranger In The House Novels & Stories

Stephan stopped at a home, dirty green in color and dilapidated in condition. The lawn was overgrown, the windows boarded up, and the roof chinked in places. “What is this?” I asked, getting out of the car. “Clown Face’s house.” He said, coming up next to me. I turned around to get back into the car. He laughed heavily and said, “I am kidding. It maybe the house that my dad lived in. Whitney was one of the reasons I am here, but this is another.”

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.

Gilbert laughed and wrapped an arm around her. This house would be his soon. A place like this, in a neighborhood this expensive, was something he could never afford, not even in several lifetimes. Now, he could have it without lifting a finger. He swaggered inside like he already owned the place. When Calvin saw it was not me who had come back, he hurriedly ran back into his room. "Hey, kid. You're not even going to say hi to your dad?" "Here. Have some water." Nancy stepped in front of Gilbert, holding out a glass.

Her eyes glowed red, illuminating the room as the light flickered on and off. Sharon struggled to her feet and called out for Alpha. She threw pots and knives which bounced off the stranger's body. "Sharon Johnson. Wife to Dayo Johnson." The stranger said in a painfully seductive low tone. Sharon shivered in fear walking backwards, almost falling over the chairs in the open kitchen island. The stranger ran her fist forward so fast, it was almost invisible. Flickering lights was all Sharon could see before she closed her eyes and crashed to the ground.

A row of glass windows lined the back of the house, but the glare of the sun and the tint of the windows kept outsiders from seeing inside. The stranger felt uneasy being there. He knew the truth. He wasn't supposed to run into her. Head back and prepare to take what's his. What will help him gain back his powers? Or, allow her to find out who he was and ruin everything. The latter wasn't an option he should take. As they took the stairs and approached the entrance, they met a middle-aged woman in a maid's outfit. Freya looked astonished when she saw her. "Who are you?" She questioned.

he screeched and bumped his fist on the top of the medical van with a thud, “She is not a murderer.” “That’ll do!” The peacekeeper walked away. A minute later, one of his subordinates came around to talk. “What do you think Jeff?” ‘This fellow Parson lives in his wife’s an old house —an old concrete dome with a two levels. Mr. Lasak- the nearest neighbor, 10 yards or so to the east—saw a glare in the sky from his bedroom window. The Parson’s were out at work and their five year old kid was alone inside. By the time they got there, there wasn’t enough of the house left to bother about. Lasak’s teenage son was the first of the neighbors to get to the house, and the roof had already fallen in t

She didn’t object or complain, she just nodded her head and followed what he said. She entered the restaurant again and go to the washroom to change. After few minutes, she went out and saw a woman talking to Mr. Stranger. She rolled her eyes, it comes naturally... she can’t understand why. She didn’t move. When the man felt like someone’s watching him, he turned his head. Luther saw Miss Stranger who made him act like crazy. “Excuse me, sir. I’ll be back at work.” She heard the woman said that. The man instantly nodded to the woman.

“I am the tenant one floor below you. You have a leakage in your house, which caused mine to be filled with water. Please, hurry up and open the door so I may inspect it!” Susan opened the door upon hearing the complaint. The stranger shoved her aside, dashed into the house, and shouted, ‘Brother Jasper, hurry up!” As the man roared, Jasper and Sarah dashed into the home and slammed the door shut. Susan was shocked to see Sarah and inquired, “Why have you come here? What is the matter with your eyes?”

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

I have my medicine with me. Don't you worry. I'll only leave once I take my granddaughter-in-law home. With that, she hung up and handed the phone back to Ruby. There. All settled. You know, you're speechless. Grandma, won't your family be worried? No, it's all taken care of. I'll be here with you. Matilda waved her off. Ruby blinked at her in disbelief. Seriously. What kind of family dumps their sick grandmother on a complete stranger? Ruby was about to call back when a notification popped up.