Stranger Things Novels & Stories

However, judging by the way the stranger talked, Ryder somewhat believed he was well-read, so to save herself some face in case the stranger had read that particular book, she came up with the second reason, which was 40% an excuse. "The second reason is that by so far he has shown up in the middle of the night." "Why at midnight?" Jasmine asked, now getting earnestly curious. This dude really is weird and mysterious. No wonder why this headless chicken wants to find out who he is. This dumb daughter of mine is trying to play Sherlock Holmes. "I don't know." Ryder shrugged. She had also wondered about this but didn't dare to ponder over it too much, scared that her imagination would take her

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

Lotte was filled with terror once more… Only this time it was twice as bad. Those eyes - They were stone cold and reflecting with a weird glow that the girl could not place. The stranger was shielded by a hoodie made from a thick material. Charlotte was frozen in place as she unsuccessfully attempted to make out any other features that on this figure she could identify later, if she needed to. It appeared to be more shadow than flesh. “Hello!” The girl tried calling out. “Do you have a phone on you?”

I didn't know what death was then, but I do now. After that, because no one knew who my father was, I was placed in foster homes and orphanages, where I never fit in. I was always that strange, quiet girl who no one wanted to be friends with. However, that changed when I got older. I met Katie, and she brought light into my dark world. I also uncovered my passion for writing and got a job as an investigative journalist for Stranger Things, a print and digital paranormal magazine. There, with Katie by my side, I found my home. But I also found something else…danger.

Eli's knuckles were white where he clenched them, his face taut with tension and worry. I couldn't hold back a cold laugh. "You'll find out what I mean to do, Eli. Just not yet, because not everyone's here!" He froze. The next second, Karina's shrill scream tore through the dead-still hall below. "Father! Where are you! Get up here! This bitch Layla is waving a gun around in front of everyone. She's got no respect for our family at all!" The moment her cry died away, I smiled. "Have you lost your mind?"

"What did you say to Jim? He got distracted and crashed. This is all your fault!" "You’re really holding a grudge over a few texts? How can you be so heartless?" I was stunned. I found out where Jim had been taken and started getting ready to go see him. He had left my place just before the accident. I needed to see him to ease my mind. Just as I was about to leave, my parents came home. They heard I wanted to go out and immediately stopped me. "Edward Shaw, the eldest son of the Shaw family, is coming back tomorrow. He doesn’t care about that silly scene you made," they said.

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Otherwise, I might end up giving in to him before Samuel came. At this thought, I began to squirm frantically. I wanted to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at this moment. The toy I had tucked inside my tracksuit fell to the ground during my squirming. Inside the grove, there was no other sound except our breathing. It was extremely quiet. When the toy hit the ground, the man immediately heard it. “I didn’t expect you to be this bold…” He clicked his tongue in mock admiration for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the toy.

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously