Stranger Things Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

she mused, her obsession evident. Eli shook his head, sensing the danger in Stranger's fixation. "Your obsession for that agent will be the end of you," he warned, fearing for her well-being. "Dying in her arms doesn't seem so bad, Eii. It would mean escaping this disgusting world and entering pure heaven," Stranger murmured dreamily, lost in her fantasies. *** "Axel, put me down. It's embarrassing to be carried like this," I protested, feeling self-conscious about the situation.

Tell me what you’d do. The reply came faster than I expected. My heart raced as I read it. The response I got from the stranger was familiar. I bit my lip and typed back, legs already spreading again. This stranger online had no idea how badly I needed this. Or how dangerous it was about to get. The chat kept going late into the night. Each message made me wetter. Each fantasy pulled me deeper. I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know mine. But something about the way he described choking me and calling me a good girl felt like coming home.

Yh yh yh yh yh Deep down, some sick, starved part of him already wondered what the stranger would demand next. And how much further he would go to satisfy it.

"Every time you're near, I get hard. So fucking hard it hurts. I want to bend you over this table and bury myself inside you until you scream. I shouldn't want to fuck a stranger, but my cock doesn't seem to care who you are." The crude words sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy. "You shouldn’t—" I couldn't manage more, my throat closing around the word. "I dream about you," he continued, voice rough with frustrated desire. "A goddamn stranger. I wake up with my cock so hard I can barely walk. And the worst part? I'm calling for a woman who isn't here. A ghost. Why is that, Dr. Graham?" How the fuck am I supposed to know that?

She looked around one last time before she exited the building with tears threatening to fall. ....................................... ( The following day ) Ivy threw her head back as she sighed, her driver pressing the horn repeatedly, they were heading home from an hectic day at work and there seemed to be a hold up at the front. Something suddenly caught her attention from the far corner of her eyes , she turned her head towards the side glass, her eyes glued on a stranger walking a sleek black cat along the sidewalk. A familiar thrill ran down her spine, could it be? Taking a deep breath, she bolted out of her car and approached the familiar stranger. " Hey there!" Ivy called out, her he

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

Sam said while gently stroking the top of Luna's head. "Let's play again! There's one place I want to go with my lover! I've never stepped into that place out of fear, now that I have you beside me, I think I can enter that place!" Luna shouted while pulling Sam so that the man stood up. "Haunted house?" guessed Sam. "Oh! How did you know?" Luna screamed with wide eyes. "You like to believe in ridiculous things like ghosts, zombies, and stuff! So that place you've never been to must be a haunted house!" said Sam casually.

I don't know why I told him, maybe because he was a stranger and I probably wouldn't see him ever again or maybe because nothing mattered anymore, I really couldn’t tell, I was just out of my mind. He stared at me for a long second. His eyes dropped to my hand, to the pale mark where the ring used to be. "Mine's worse," he said. "What?" "My night, it's worse than yours, if that makes you feel any better." What could possibly be worse than catching your fiancé in bed with your best friend? I didn't bother to ask, I wasn't just about to trauma bond with a stranger. We stood there in that stupid fancy lobby, connected by our broken nights. Two strangers with only one thing in common. Unexplaina