Stranger Things D'artagnan の小説・ストーリー

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

"Someone drugged me last night; he wanted me out of my wits, and they succeeded. Do you see the problem here, Kieran?" "Yes sir?" "The second thing is, I want you to find the angel who saved me last night," I said, knowing fully that I can't picture the lady's face or her name. How would I then find her? "Sir?" he said, bringing me back from my thoughts. "Sir, where do I see the lady?" "I don't know," I said, sounding confused. "Sir, do you have her name or maybe a picture of her?" "Never mind," I finally said. "Just out who tried to poison me. Understood."

“You can’t. Not now. Come with me.” He guided me toward the back of the house. I didn’t resist anymore. My body shook too violently. When we reached the backyard, I stopped again. My sisters were there, sitting on a wooden bench, laughing. Chatting like nothing was wrong. Talking about one thing. “Did you see the stranger?” Iris giggled. “Veylor Caith. The one with the camera.” I stared at them in disbelief, tears still flowing. Tallis placed a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, hurting, confused, unable to understand how they could laugh while Papa was fighting for his life inside.

Cami danced nearby, oblivious to the storm building quietly. The stranger leaned closer to Ariana. “You come here often?” “No.” “Lucky night for the rest of us then.” She smiled politely. But her attention wasn’t on him. It was on Mateo. Across the small gap between them. His expression was calm. Controlled. But his eyes were darker than she had ever seen them. Possessive. Dangerous. The song ended. The stranger stepped back. “Thanks for the dance.” “You’re welcome.” He disappeared into the crowd.

‎Ryo..... ‎ ‎Thank God you are awake, a stranger's voice reach my ear's as soon as I woke up. ‎ ‎I knew I couldn't be David voice, I knew that instantly, even though my head was pounding and my thoughts were slow and heavy. David voice was familiar, safe in a way that had nothing to do with comfort. ‎This voice was slow and steady like some one who is supposed to be here. ‎ ‎My heart jumped hard in chest.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

Am I afraid… fascinated… both? The stranger was slightly taller than Arga the fake O'Brien, and his face… I don't know what will I say. When I saw him, my mind suddenly focused on Kim Taehyung aka V BTS. However, at the same time, I know the man behind Arga is not V. One thing that makes the person different: there is a scar line on his cheek. “You're now grown become a big girl, huh?” said the stranger. His voice was heavy; really reminds me of V the C.G.V person.

It starts with a fever and a secret. Three days after the stranger died, Ewan shows up at my door—sweating, eyes too bright, the black stain already crawling up his arm. “Don’t tell the others,” he whispers. “If the council finds out, they’ll—” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.

Love, Diana. El was sitting on her couch at the comfort of her own, watching all three seasons of Strangers Things non stop. She sat there with her shorts and black tank top without a brassier on knowing she was all alone without anyone to see how scantily looking she was at that moment but nothing say comfort with a messy bun, her nerdy big square glasses, simple black catnip and pink shorts that ride up to her tie.

Just then, I heard her voice. "Daniel, stop!" I turned to look at her, she was standing some distance away. She began to walk slowly to me. "Oh! Here comes the beautiful Ella." Tony said immediately I left his collar. Veronica froze immediately he said that. We were already gathering attention and people gasped immediately Tony said that, for he said it so loud. "Ella?" A young girl asked with folded arms. "Yes my dear, Ella. That's our chief stripper behind the balaclava." Tony replied. He seemed to be having fun. He was staring at me; a mocking smile etched at his lips.