Stranger Things D'artagnan Novels & Stories

His breathing was hard and heavy as if the last thread of control was about to leave him. Why would I want him to stop? I wanted this as much as he does! “Don’t wait for me to stop you, I won’t,” I whispered in his lips, breathing heavily. The stranger groaned before slamming his lips back on mine. His finger found my entrance and he pushed one digit, coated another with my juice, and now there are two inside me. I screamed as I felt my orgasm was on its edge. “So damn tight,” he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace.

the stranger warned, and his voice carried a quiet, terrifying authority that actually made the lead guard hesitate. Before the tense standoff could escalate into an actual firefight, a heavy shoulder slammed into the stranger's side and sent him stumbling a few steps away from me. Darian shoved his way past the line of rifles, and his fangs were fully extended while he planted his boots directly in front of the golden-eyed boy. "Back the fuck off, Prince," Darian snarled, and the low rumble in his chest vibrated through the cracked stone beneath my hands. "I was just doing your job for you, mutt," the stranger shot back, and he wiped a smudge of silver dust from his expensive jacket while l

When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief. Now he just to find a perfect, decent girl. While he thought about how he could find a woman like that, he turned his eyes to the car window. It’s already dark outside, and there aren’t that many people to be seen there, and the cars are few and far between. He looked around at the remote party near the bridge and seemed he saw something strange. He called the driver and ordered him to slow down. It’s strange why does he sees like there was a small voice urging him to go near that figurine. “ Mico stop for a while” he ordered.

"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.

He knew what he wanted and wasn't asking permission to take it. I gasped as I tried to take him in one plunge, but he backed out slightly and edged all the way in on his second thrust. My nails dug into his skin and didn't relax until my insides grew accustomed to his girth. He felt me relax and began to move. And holy hell did he move. This man should've co-starred next to Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. Somewhere along the way, he had to have been trained in the art of exotic dancing, dated a stripper...something. No man moved the way Hale moved.

Clutching her father’s hand, Anita proceeded down the aisle, her heart beating erratically in her chest. She stared ahead and saw the Stranger standing there, splendid and breathtaking, in a white Armani suit. His friend was standing behind him. The Stranger’s eyes never left mine as I walked toward him. And it felt like walking towards my doom. Anita took a deep breath; her insides turned somersaults, her thighs shook, and her legs turned to jelly. She stumbled, and the Stranger reached out and grabbed her before she fell. “Oops, sorry.” She was embarrassed. Mr. King looked down at her.

She was thankful, though. "Who are you? You don't even know me. Why are you helping me?" She asked, and he just went back to his straight, expressionless face. "I'm Darryl. You are?" “ Diana and thank you” She muttered back stretching her hands for a handshake but he only placed his hand on her forehead and erased every memory of their encounter from her head before carrying her in a bridal style and tracing her scent back to her small house. He tucked her in safely before turning back to go his way while wondering why he was so affected by the little strange human.

“Stop talking to her like you know her.” The stranger finally turned his head toward him—slow, patient, as though indulging someone beneath him. “I don’t know her,” he said. Arden’s jaw clenched. “I remember her.” My pulse slammed into my ribs. Arden took a step forward despite his shaking knees. “You don’t remember anything. You’re nothing but a mutation of whatever the hell attacked us—” “If that was true,” the stranger cut in quietly, “she wouldn’t be standing between us right now.”

"What do you want?" The stranger bent their head low, leaning over the back of the sofa so their face was just inches from mine. I could smell the scent of cold rain and metal on them. "Arthur Rowen," the stranger said. The voice was low and gravelly, distorted by the mask. "Nice meeting you." I froze. My breath caught in my chest. They knew my name. Not Raine. Not the dancer. My real name. How the hell does he have such information about me, there must be a rat here, someone is playing with me again.

a deep, male voice says from somewhere close by. "Goddammit," Dargo rasps, his breath hitting my nose. Flinching at his hand on my throat and expecting a bite, I try to lean back, but once again, there’s nowhere to go. "Dargo, I’m serious," the stranger warns. "I don’t know why, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to fight you." I sense Dargo pulling away, but I don’t dare open my eyes to watch him. "I know, Oscar," Dargo growls before he clears his throat. "Trust me, i fucking know. i want to kick my own ass for what i’ve done."