Stranger Things Novels & Stories

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

And he said to him mentally, 'You have to fuck your ass to realize that you can't fool me! But there's a part of me that doubts this information. My people threw Art's body into the sea. His heart was still beating that time but it was faint, he definitely couldn't survive under the sea that was inside the black sack, but what if he did? Lately, I found out something about Nalani's bloodline. Esther is a hybrid of witch and giant wolf. She is Nalani's cousin and they are clearly connected on the mother's side. Natasha Halifax's personality has been a question for a long time. She is a wolfless, incapable of defending herself. But now I found out that he has a sister and Art actually has a gi

Unnoticed, forgotten. Ethan stirred awake. Sunlight spilled across the suite, and he reached for a glass of water. His eyes caught the necklace. The delicate gold chain. Heart-shaped pendant. He held it like a treasure, something precious, priceless, the weight of it heavy in his palm. A strange smile crossed his lips. Even without a name, even without a face, Ethan knew something had changed. That night, a thread had been tied between two strangers — a thread he would carry, unknowingly, for years to come.

After a short but tearful goodbye they were transported to a strange place. Jill didn’t recognise it as anywhere she had previously seen and she was always with Charles when new worlds would be created. The space was black and lifeless like an empty void. Jill, Noah, Dylan and Wren were sitting there unable to touch anything and the only thing they could see was each other. Jill tried to call for Charles but there was no luck. She felt a shiver run down her spine. It was at Dylan’s horror when just out of the corner of his eye he saw a small glint in the inky black darkness. It couldn’t be possible though could it? Was that really a glitch? “This is a trap! I knew this wasn’t one of our real

I complain, smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand at the recollection of my teenage stupidness. Tarra rolls her eyes and pats the couch, gesturing for me to sit. I take a seat next to her, leaning my head back on the couch with my arms folded over my chest. The familiar music of the opening credits to Stranger Things plays in the background for the billionth time; I swear she only watches this because of Billy. Tarra doesn't do scary. Like my day tomorrow, now that's scary. "Good morning, Em," Crayvin says as he takes a seat at his desk. I shudder at the use of the nickname he gave me. Although I admit, it's kind of catchy.

The stranger. He’s here

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

This princess is about to have a total meltdown. "No joke. Just relax and give it a few minutes. The doors will open," I say nonchalantly like this is an everyday occurrence, but the fact is this is normal for this place. "What the hell are you talking about? Open the fucking doors," she yells at me, her voice echoing off the walls. "I don't have anything to do with the doors, sweetheart. You're just going to have to chill out." "Are you kidding me? I'm stuck in a stairwell with some rank stranger and you want me to chill out?" She pulls out her phone, I assume in an effort to call someone to come get her.

Luna’s hands trembled around the yacht keychain, its silver crescent moon catching the SUV’s dim light. The chaos—gunfire, smoke, Roberts’s laughter, Damien’s screams—still echoed in her mind, a storm refusing to pass. But Grayson’s arm was steady, his heartbeat a calm rhythm against her cheek. They had escaped Building 12, but danger still lingered. Roberts had vanished. Damien’s words—You’ll always be mine—still clung like poison.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…