Stranger Things D'artagnan Novels & Stories

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."

Enzo: After getting comfortable in my bed and finally setting my mind on binge watching Stranger things on N*****x, I heard a knock on my door. With a huff of annoyance I got out of my bed and stormed to the door, opening it, "what?" I immediately regretted opening the door because there stood Gregory, Skye and Eric Furgerson and they were smiling sheepishly at me. I was confused as to why but one quick glance down at myself and I didn't need a soothesayer to tell me why.

A lot of the pictures were black and white, some of two young boys, some of a family of four, and some of one or the other boys. “I think I have an uncle.” I walked as far as my link to Stephan would allow me and saw in one of the only colored pictures that there were names scribbled on the bottom. This was a picture of a teen, wearing a graduation hat. The name read, Chad Mercer. “Chad Mercer.” I read out loud. “That's my dads name.” Stephan said, coming over to me. “This is probably your dad. He has your menacing serial killer-loving eyes,” I joked.

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.

Her violet eyes rested on him, and a sense of foreboding washed over him at the way the girl looked so damn 'Peaceful'. 'Who the hell was this interloper?', Doc Simon wondered furiously. As if hearing his thoughts, the stranger offered his hand, his voice deep and strong as he murmured in flawless English, " My name is Yuri Daniel Athanas. " - Yuri Doc Simon foreboding worsened. 'Athanas..' as someone related to the billionaire Nathaniel Athanas? " Doctor Simon Corba, and I am acting as Ms. Rewis guardian, in Loco parentis while we request the court--- " - Doc Simon reluctantly shook hands with the stranger.

Then slowly… My eyes dropped toward the tattoo on his arm which he told me was a love symbol from a club he and Sharon used to belong to. I knew I saw that same tattoo that night, but was it really Damon? “It was really you…?” I asked, my voice cracking badly. Damon nodded slowly. “Yes.” Then another memory hit me. THE PAINTING. The painting in Damon’s art room. The one I saw the first day I entered this mansion as his fake bride. A man and a woman sitting together at a bar with alcohol in front of them. At that time, I had not understood why the painting felt so familiar. But now… Now… Everything suddenly made sense now.

Edward just turned to me with a soft smile. Jim never saw it coming—he genuinely thought Edward was some paid actor. Rowena’s eyes lit up with envy. "Ella, have you completely lost it? Hiring someone to provoke Jim? You really think people can’t tell you’re faking this?" Edward had been abroad for years. It made sense they didn’t recognize him. But if they wanted to play dumb, I wasn’t going to hold back. "You’re way off. He’s my fiancé, Edward Shaw, eldest son of the Shaw family," I said clearly.

They all move in sync circling the table with Blancavas over their faces. “What the hell is this?!” Mr. Douglas barks, his voice cracking halfway through. “This is outrageous!” another one shouts. “Quinn, can you put your son in order! How dare he?” Another hits the table in frustration. “What the hell, Ian?” Arnold suddenly grows balls and questions me in front of dad. I lean back in my chair, tapping ash from my cigarette onto the pristine mahogany table. “Those,” I say calmly, gesturing toward the soldiers, “are your angels of death. For every wrong answer I receive, they will blow your head off.”

He gave a hard tug and forced me down onto the ground. My whole body felt weak as I collapsed. This only made him more excited. I did not even get a chance to explain further. He was already removing my pants. Just as I felt like I was about to give in to him, I heard Samuel’s voice from not far away. “I wonder how she’s feeling right now. She probably has no idea I’m already here. Once she’s had enough fun, I’ll instantly get into things with her.” While saying this, Samuel activated the remote device.

"I've lost all interest in you. I'm here for one reason: to have fun with my daughter." Jennifer's laughter was sharp, her eyes locking onto Noelle with disbelief. "You're not interested in me, Cedric? Do you even believe that when you say it? "The moment I laid eyes on this kid, I couldn't shake the feeling...those features, they're eerily familiar. "I've had my assistant dig up your info. The kid's four, and her last name is Shaw. "Cedric, you're quite the strategist. Adopting a kid who looks like mine just to shake me down? Or did you stoop even lower and steal my DNA?