Stranger Things Novels & Stories

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

I grumbled, knowing how he hated caramel popcorn. Alex grinned, shrugging his shoulder happily and stuffing an entire fist of popcorn in his mouth. I stared at him in disgust, twisting my lips. “How mature!” “I am watching this stupid series. I can do it.” Alex argued. “It’s not stupid.” I protested, “You are stupid.” I quietly added. “What?” “Nothing. It’s starting, watch.” I pointed at the huge screen. Stranger Things started on it. “Why haven’t you watched it yet?” Alex asked.

The future Aiden showed you. The stranger paused. ...was created because you tried to prevent it. Lyra's blood ran cold. So every attempt to stop it brings it closer? Yes. Then what are we supposed to do? The stranger looked at Aiden. Live differently. The baby suddenly laughed. Everyone turned. Aiden's tiny fingers glowed. A small doorway appeared in the air. The stranger's face changed. No. What? He stepped backward. That's the door. Which door? The door to the final universe.

She thinks that this is probably the best thing for both of them. “Let’s have a stranger with benefits contract.” She gave him a sweet smile. Yes, that’s right! That’s the best for both of us. The Strangers With Benefits Contract. Apollo Justice

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.

As the void collapsed entirely they were still left standing on a platform in some kind of a strange place but looking around, Jill knew where they were and this was far worse than anything she could have imagined. They were on the edge of the most secure place in this entire world. This was its very beating heart. They were underneath all the realms. This was where the data was stored for every building, every person and every creature in this world. If you get erased from the data stream then you never existed. It truly was a fate worse than death.

"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.

“We don’t have time for this. If there’s even a chance he’s right, we can’t afford to ignore it.” Rigel’s eyes softened as they met mine, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Fine. But we’re going in prepared.” He turned back to the stranger. “What else should we expect?” “Traps,” the stranger said immediately. “Loyalists armed to the teeth. Shadow creatures that are bound to the nexus’s energy. And then there’s the nexus itself.” “What about it?” I asked, my stomach twisting. The stranger hesitated, glancing at me with a flicker of something that looked like pity. “It doesn’t follow the rules of this world. Time warps. Space bends. It’s designed to disorient and break even the str