Stranger Things Novels & Stories

She took several deep breaths. "Are you sure you want to enter? If you're too scared, we can come another time," said Sam, who was aware of his wife's strange behavior. “Do you think there will be real zombies hiding in there waiting for us to let our guard down and eventually eat us?” Luna asked ridiculously. Sam was stunned to hear the girl's strange words. “There's no such thing as zombies in this world, Luna! There isn't any! If there was one, it would have been exterminated! Do you know how sophisticated the war equipment the big countries in the world have? Don't make it up!”

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.

"I thought you should know, Amelia hasn't been answering my calls, and there have been some strangers at the house." Emma's concern grew as she listened. Strangers at her mother's house? What could be happening? She knew she couldn't face this situation alone, so she hurriedly made her way towards the building, her pink heels clicking against the concrete with determination. Curiosity gnawed at her as she pressed Rebecca for more details. "Tell me, who are these strangers?" Rebecca's voice quivered slightly. "A couple of days ago, I received a call from a government agency. A man named Lee spoke to me and said that a Maxwell West would be visiting."

The steward took it, glanced at it once, and immediately called out with the utmost respect, "Donna. Please, this way to the second floor." A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. Someone muttered under their breath, "Did you see that? That looked like the Thorne family crest." "No way. She carries the crest, and he called her Donna. Don't tell me she's Don Thorne's wife?" The rustling murmurs wouldn't let up, and they were honestly starting to grate.

"Amy?" Dexter gasped, too, though his expression quickly leveled out. "No, it's just a coincidence. They just happen to have the same name. "The Bloodmoon Pack's heir comes from a noble bloodline, and Amy was just a stray we took in. If she really were their heir, she would've gone back to them a long time ago." Eden visibly relaxed at his words. "I can't believe they have the same name. What are the odds? Anyway, where is Amy? I've been so worried about her."

"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.

She didn’t stop walking. At the mailboxes, she heard the elevator door open behind her and instinct made her glance back. He was tall. Broad shoulders. Hands in the pockets of a black hoodie. His head was tilted slightly, watching her. Not with a smile or a greeting, just steady observation. His eyes were a strange gray, not pale, but flat, like slate under shadow. His face was sharp, handsome in a way that felt accidental, like someone had carved his features in a hurry and left no softness behind.

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