Stranger In The House Novels & Stories

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

“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.

The man tried lunging again and the first man held him back. “You ruined us!” “I don’t even know you!” The stranger broke down crying. “My wife.” His voice cracked.“My daughter.” The entire bar fell silent. “We bought one of your designs, we used your materials and the house collapsed.” I stared at him in shock mixed with fear. “The house collapsed?” His voice became a wail. “My wife and daughter are in hospital.” Tears poured down his face. “They may never wake up.” The room spun around me as phones appeared and people began recording.

In its place sat a wall safe with the door swung wide open. Someone had slipped inside while we were here and cracked the safe? The realization made my skin prickle, knowing a stranger had been right here in the house and we hadn’t noticed a thing. The scent must have blended with the house’s stale smell. I couldn’t stop darting glances around, nervous and on edge. Were they still somewhere inside?

Nothing. Then a sound from downstairs. A crash. I froze. My first instinct was stupid and immediate: RUN. My second was worse. This is Dominic’s house. If something is wrong here, it is already his problem. That should have comforted me. It didn’t. Another sound followed. This time quieter. A shuffle. A man’s voice, low and rough, somewhere near the main hall. My stomach tightened. How the heck did a stranger break into the estate?!! I didn't think too much about it. We all know that Damien isn't a clean man.

He just sat there, staring at his bandaged hand, silent, like he was lost in a place I couldn’t reach. “Yup, but it’s not like it’s their fault or something,” Hayden sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. We were still talking when the front door suddenly swung open. The sharp creak echoed through the living room, making both of us turn at once. A young man stepped in—blonde hair, clean face, confident stride. I didn’t recognize him. His expression was calm, almost smug, and he didn’t even look surprised to see us there. I stood halfway, but Hayden reacted faster. He pushed me behind him in a protective reflex, his arm stretched out across me. “Stay back,” he said lowly before turning to

I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. Two hours later, I made my way downstairs, and that was when I noticed something odd. The atmosphere in the mansion was that of tension. The maids, workers, Mr. Graham's bodyguards - they were all nervous. “What’s going on?” I asked one of the maids, her eyes wide and nervous. “Mrs. Graham, it’s Mr. Graham… he hasn’t been seen since this morning. He always goes out for a jog every morning. But today…” Her voice trailed off as she looked down.

"Open the door. You have to let me in, " I ignored him. I didn't care what he did now. All I cared about was leaving this place. I looked up at the ceiling and every weird thing that had happened to me came to my mind. The first day I saw him on the bench he had black eyes. His house and every property he owned were in the forest. No one ever visited us apart from his friends. Guards were 24/7 guarding the house. Once, I found blood packets inside the fridge. I nearly jumped. Tina convinced me that it was a tomato sauce.

No, go to room number three, knock on the door, and speak to the resident madam; she’ll set you up. The stranger said, “Thanks,” and then chugged his beer thoroughly in three sips. He placed the mug down on the table and moved toward the stairs. All eyes were on him as he moved across the room, waiting to see what he would do. A person has never Seen this man before and that strangers were frequently unwelcome visitors. The stranger quickly found room three by ascending the steps to the balcony above. He waited for the madam to answer before knocking on the door. A woman answered the door once it opened. The stranger was prepared to encounter an elderly woman with missing teeth and a hostile

The window frame beside her was large, and she could tell it was a large compound from the translucent draperies. Chloe's leg touched the ground, and she was ready to make her way to the exit when a large-framed man, almost six feet by her estimation, walked in. He looked vaguely familiar, and she guessed he was the stranger who owned the house. "I'm so sorry I had to bother you," Chloe apologized quickly before he had a chance to speak. "I'm still trying to piece together what happened last night and how I ended up here."