Novel & Cerita Stranger Things Fanfiction

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

Just then, I stepped outside with Noelle for a breath of fresh air. Jennifer's eyes locked onto me, and her simmering hatred boiled over. She charged over, trapping me in a secluded corner of the gazebo. "Oh, Cedric, you've outdone yourself." Her glare was unrelenting, her words laced with venom. "You've even got the old man fooled? What have you done to bewitch them? Or maybe..." Her eyes locked onto Noelle with venomous intent. "So, you're the little imposter, huh? Did you steal my DNA and have some surrogate cook up a kid to fake being a Shaw?"

"One, I will find out that this super fan of mine is a girl and she's the girl I fell in love with long time ago, second, she'll remain my super fan but will stop stalking me because she got tired of me, third, she'll start to hate me and start to bash me while me realized that I fell in love with her, fourth, I'll stop writing stories and isolate myself then found comfort in her in person not in social media and lastly, fifth, I'll find out who my stalker is and found out the she's the one I stalk in person. What do you think?" I smirked. "Thank you, I've take note all of it." "I also have suggestion on mine." said Sandstorm. I nod. "First, the stalker I have will be my best friend, second,

“Relax, baby. Just a friend.” The stranger pushed inside in one long thrust. I cried out around Sev. The table rocked under me. They started slow, then found the same rhythm. Sev in my mouth, the stranger in my pussy. Hands held my hips steady. Someone twisted my nipples until tears soaked the blindfold.

We all sat together at the dining table that was small as we pretended everything was fine. We discussed some random things… Sarah told us about her annoying colleague, Hannah talked about a movie she had watched without us, and some stupid joke. They were trying their possible best to make sure I was distracted and I really appreciated it. But deep inside me, there was tension. Every time I faked laughing at every little joke, I was reminded that everything was already broken. While we were still eating, someone knocked at the door. We didn't move. “Sarah drowned. “Who is there?”

It was like a thick fog clung to their bodies, blinding my vision. A finger ran up my spine, sending shocks of cold down my back. “Such a tender little morsel...” the stranger sighed. A freezing body pressed against mine. They grabbed my shoulders. “Dibs! I haven't eaten since last Monday.” “No!” another growled, tearing at my hair and thrusting my head back. A nose pressed against my neck. The thick stench of rot came from its flesh as it inhaled deeply. “No, she's my meat. My fresh, bloody meat. I'll tear her to beautiful ribbons. You'd like that, wouldn't you, doll?” he whispered harsh in my ear.

He clawed at the snow, dragging himself toward us inch by inch, rage shaking his frame. The stranger leaned close enough that his breath brushed my cheek—warm, wrong, familiar. “You feel it,” he murmured. “The bond you’ve carried all these years… cracking.” My chest constricted. “And the new one,” he whispered, “trying to replace it.” Arden’s voice broke. “Get your fucking hands off her—” I tried again to pull away—but the stranger’s fingers only slid up my arm, his touch burning through my coat, my skin, my ribs, my bones.

Slowly Camila opened her eyes to see a satisfied smirk on Alex face. "Thought you said you don't like me?" I teased. "You-" Camila screamed out. "What?" i pouted. " I'll come back for my revenge" Camila threatened Alex before storming out in embarrassment. Calling after her "Thanks for the drugs". "I hate you!" (laughing)..... "Give me your hands" the stranger cried, trying to free the other girl. "I can't move - am stock!" "Try harder!" the stranger screamed in fear.

She sighed, she doesn’t even know! Yeah, this is her choice. She can’t demand anything from him, same as he can’t demand anything from her. This is her idea, the Stranger Contract. She’s being realistic, she knew that this is just some form of fun or leisure. Everything that happened to this place is just temporary—the man whom she spend the insane and mindblowing sex with is just a temporary person. “Angela?” he called her fake name. She immediately turned her gaze to him. “Let’s go to the room. Let’s rest!”