Stranger Things Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Okay, I’m sorry if I sound like I don’t believe you, but I saw with my own two eyes how close and happy they are together. They even had a small ‘scene’ inside the elevator, and the witnesses couldn’t shut up about it to their friends. They were so loud that eavesdropping on them was a breeze. Please, bro, just think about what I said, OK?” “Noted, Bren. I’ll take your suggestion under consideration,” the mysterious stranger huffed as he ended the phone call. It was his way of saying that he’ll completely ignore what he just heard. * * * Meanwhile, the couple mentioned by these two mysterious strangers were currently and happily spending their last few hours under the covers of the Beta’s b

But then in the darkness around me, I was shocked to realized that my mindn also tried to imagine what the stranger looked like. The way Chris or the stranger traced my lips and how his other hand touched my chest, aroused my entire body. I started moaning as my heartbeat raced. Being tied up, deaf, and blindfolded, all my senses were heightened. It all made me excited at what pleasurable things the three of us would discover. Instinctively, I sucked on his finger and felt him react by squeezing my breast. The bed foam suddenly dropped and I felt him on top of me. Was this Chris? Or was it the random guy? The rough cloth that was against my thighs made it seem like he was wearing jeans. Coul

Before I could have said something, he interrupted me. "Is it because of your lunatic stranger?" His words were enough to startle me. Somewhere my attraction towards Half-Wit is spoiling my relationship with Stefan. I got one more reason to distance myself from my lunatic Stranger. I can see if I stay with him then I will lose the only person I love after my parents.

"They wiped your memories clean, hid your scent behind mundane human routines, and dropped you right into the middle of their territory to see how long you'd last. But blood doesn't lie, Seraphina. And neither does the way the alpha reacts every time he looks at you." "Stop it," I snapped, a sudden wave of panic and anger making my chest tight. I pushed away from the window sill, glaring at him with my mismatched eyes. "Just stop talking in riddles! If you came here just to scare me in the middle of the night, you can turn right back around and leave the way you came. I have enough problems without a masked stalker feeding me crazy conspiracy theories." The stranger raised his hands in a moc

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

He almost never posted in the group chat, but this time, he chimed in with a single line, "If you don't come back today, don't ever bother coming back!" I watched the notifications pop up one by one, each message twisting like a knife in my chest. I finally turned the phone face down on the table and chose silence. Hector slid a bowl of oatmeal in front of me. "Eat first." During those two days with Hector, I completely cut myself off from my family. On Saturday afternoon, he drove me out to a hot spring resort in the countryside. As we soaked in the steaming water, I asked him, "Do you know what I like to eat?"

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

Sophia cried, leaping up from her seat and jumping into his arms. "Peanut!" Tylor grinned, lifting her up in the air and whirling around with her. Greyson ground his teeth and looked at him with enough iciness to freeze over the Sahara. Lucas wrinkled his nose. "Peanut?" "Funny story," I looked at the little guy. "Sofia has a peanut allergy and Tylor forgets all the time and gives her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He swears that calling her 'peanut' helps him remember."

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.