Stranger Things Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?"

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.

"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.

I joked. Stephan exhaled. “He looks nicer than me. More innocent.” “Nah, you got the same eyes.” I said seriously. “But take it with a grain of salt, I am just a stranger after all.” “Yeah, and you've figured me out much faster than anyone else.” He chucked again. “Even Whitney?” Stephan didn't answer, but turned to me. We stared at each other, both trying to figure out what this energy between us was. Or maybe it was just me–after all he had traveled all this way just to break up Whitney’s wedding.

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.

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.