Stranger Things Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Move out the way.“ Liam whispered as the stranger stalked towards us, but I didn't. As his bony fingers grabbed my arm, beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. His grip was unbelievably strong, setting my whole body on fire. He tightened his grip, and I heard a slight crack. My bones. I fell on my knees. Liam tried to push the stranger, but he was tossed away like a ragged doll, his back slamming hard against a locker. The stranger's nails sank into my flesh, drawing out some of my blood. “You shouldn't have picked him up.”

my ! Khlea’s heart become troubled, very disturbed that she had to stand. That’s not possible. She concluded and hung the call up. He trusted Jack with her life and loved him deeply. It can’t be possible that Jack will be cheating on her with Joan. He hated so much Joan when she broke with him and went to America after their college graduation. Khlea has not heard of her coming home to the New York .That’s not just possible. And Joan must just came home from America. She shook her head trying not to believe that, Perhaps, Joan had just decided to suddenly turn herself into a villain in their relationship but sadly, that would not work.

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?"

Love you. So I could have gone to get the gift, after all, Chloe thought and rolled her eyes then ate her meal before putting Jon's in a leftover container with a sticky note on it. She got cozy in her pajamas that matched the ones she laid out for Jon, and she lounged in bed. She thought about working on her latest knitting disaster then thought better of it and turned on the TV to watch a few sitcoms. She got bored of that quickly and opened the book on her bedside table, Opening My Door to Strangers. She fell asleep after page two.

I'm reading the novel 'twilight' at night before sleeping. I'm trying to distract myself from the thoughts of professor Zain. I just can't believe that I kissed him. I have decided that I won't go to college tomorrow because I need at least one day to muster up the courage to attend his class. My phone vibrated which is kept beside me on the bed. I picked up the phone. I received a message from Mr Stranger on W******p. Who is this Mr Stranger? Again this question started ringing in my mind.

That only means one person, the tattooed stranger. “Now spill, no detail excluded” Kara said excitedly after catching up with her. ~~~ “Sounds like you almost had sex kath, I’m getting wet from just hearing it ” Kara cooed after my narration “You can say that again Kara, I feel so damn hot thinking about it” I responded “So why didn’t you get his number?” Kara asked disappointed “Did you miss the part where he left in a hurry?” I asked “Oh true, who even works by that time?” She screamed in frustration, the details is exactly what she loves to her. Crazy Kara!

He sighed again and turned away from me. "I thought making you wear that lingerie would stop me from thinking about it. Apparently, I was wrong,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “In my dream, it was all I could see. I saw you laying on my bed in the same way as when I first discovered you in my room. Only now, you wore that lingerie. I went to stroke your hair like I did the first time, but instead of panicking, this time you smiled at me. You called me to you like a siren. I couldn't resist.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?

I didn’t waste any time—I beelined for the exit, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew as I escaped the hall, all while hoping Todd didn’t suspect that his wife had just had mind-blowing sex with a total stranger. I woke up with a start, my heart pounding as I sat up in bed. It’s been a month since that night, and I still dream about that stranger every single night. I’ve done everything I can to forget what happened, but it feels like I’m cursed—nothing seems to work. I quickly finished my bath and headed to the kitchen. I was just dishing the scrambled eggs and bacon into Todd's plate, when he walked into the kitchen, already dressed in one of his oversized suits though I will never sa