Stranger In The House Novels & Stories

It was already evening and almost sundown. She eventually woke up with a serious hangover and looked around. Still confused and unaware of her surroundings, she staggered to the living room to find a stranger in her house, sleeping on her couch. Startled, she screamed. “Who are you?” “What are you doing here?” Her loud voice caused Arthur to wake up. He tried to calm her down and explained everything to her. But as he attempted to approach, she screamed even louder. He retreated to the door. Even he knew it was definitely weird being a stranger in somebody's house uninvited.

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.

Ruby shot back. Enough. His tone turned cold. Get something else for your grandmother. Do you think she's more important than Matilda Knight? I'm done arguing about this. As Matilda heard her own name, she went stiff. Matilda whispered, why are these uncouth strangers talking about me? Stunned, she reached for Ruby's hand in fear

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.