Stranger Things Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The stranger hadn’t responded since yesterday, but the last message I’d sent had ticked read. I needed somewhere to vent, so I started typing. ‘Hey, so, another confession. I caught Mommy Jillian sucking on Daddy’s cóck earlier, and I got so mad that I threw myself down the stairs on purpose. Daddy was so worried and I was happy, he carried me to my room, you don’t know how romantic it was, then I kissed him, I fucking kissed him. And you know what? He kissed me back, he was practically eating out my face and got fucking hard. I think I might get lucky tonight and get him to fuck me, what do you think?’

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.

Days past and final it’s was the day The day where Maya Adams makes Vow to be married to a stranger she knows nothing about. Maya was in her wedding dress she looked all pretty but with a sad face then her stepmother walked into the room looking at her saying you look nice Aunty Doris I don’t think I can do this said Maya

I don't know you. Don't text me again, or I may block you. The_real_prince_charming :( I AM YOUR MATE! Chloe_awesome_scott HAHAHAHAHAHA. WHAT?! I HAVE ONLY ONE MATE. The_real_prince_charming YEAH, AND THAT IS ME. Chloe_awesome_scott NO, THAT IS ZAIN. BYE, STRANGER. The_real_prince_charming WTF?! I WILL KILL THAT CRYBABY. WHY HIM?

“I’ve finally realized something, perhaps if I’m with Darius's son I can recover some dead part of my memories. I keep seeing him in my visions and dreams, doing stuff with me.” “Stuffs?” Jac asked and I bit on my lower lip. “What kind of stuff?” his brows creased. “Stuff like insulting and...” I paused, bursting a low laughter, then in a whisper, I completed my words. “Nasty things.” “I know that's what you want to hear, boy.” I grinned, moving over to the curtain to close it then I returned to my bed and flopped on it with excitement deeply etched in my face. The excitement was about me having sex with a stranger but I doubt if he was a stranger since his scent was familiar and I took some

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

What's your deepest, darkest fantasy? I pause, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I thought about my fantasies and started to type. “Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, ha

"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

He yanked her forward violently and slammed her against the wall. Pain exploded through her head. A warm liquid immediately began trickling down her forehead. Blood. Lena's vision blurred. The stranger looked around quickly before pulling down his zipper. "No!" Lena cried. He grabbed her arm. Then forced her down onto her knees. Lena struggled desperately. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. Tears mixed with the blood running down her face. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse— A powerful force slammed into the stranger. The man flew backward and crashed onto the ground.

It starts with a fever and a secret. Three days after the stranger died, Ewan shows up at my door—sweating, eyes too bright, the black stain already crawling up his arm. “Don’t tell the others,” he whispers. “If the council finds out, they’ll—” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.