Stranger Things Novels & Stories

“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

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

Everything stopped. The Stranger offered a sad, fragile smile. It was a hopeful expression—the look of a man who had waited in the dark for a very, very long time. "Hello," he murmured softly. Ava stared at him, her chest heaving as she remained motionless for several seconds. Then, hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her lashes. Across the globe, the entire human race watched in absolute confusion as Ava took a deliberate step forward, reached out, and pulled the Stranger into a tight, fierce hug.

‎Ryo..... ‎ ‎Thank God you are awake, a stranger's voice reach my ear's as soon as I woke up. ‎ ‎I knew I couldn't be David voice, I knew that instantly, even though my head was pounding and my thoughts were slow and heavy. David voice was familiar, safe in a way that had nothing to do with comfort. ‎This voice was slow and steady like some one who is supposed to be here. ‎ ‎My heart jumped hard in chest.

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

“The grand answer to your question is, affirmative. It’s a big YES they do exist, but threading carefully behind the scenes of course.” Willy had yet, another thriving question, this time he asked without waiting for the Stranger to speak for him, he asked without further hindrance or hesitation, “And why haven't they made any first contacts all these eons and eons of years?” It was an innocent enough query itself. “Because, unfortunately it should be exactly as how it is. It should not be as the way you think it should be, or it will unduly spoil the ultimate fun,” the Stranger Oswald gestured at the strange machinery.

The crackling light illuminated the stranger as it burnt away the layers of healing skin, causing the fresh blood to sizzle on the surface before dripping onto the leaves below. The stranger was only a child. His young age was obvious from his rounded face and black spiked hair. His light skin was splattered all over with moles, partially hidden by his oversized blue longs and black jumper pushed up to his elbows. His right wrist was branded with a large grey armband that had a small screen and a flashing red bulb below that. His young friend had the same armband secured to his wrist. He didn’t seem bothered that the flashing bulb was giving away his position at all. If anything, he looked b

It was a stormy night, rain pouring down in torrents, as a stranger appeared at our studio's doorstep, seeking refuge from the elements. The stranger's name was Alexander, a mysterious and enigmatic figure whose presence seemed to hold a deep connection to the world of art and mystery. He carried with him a weathered old map, its parchment yellowed with age and dotted with cryptic symbols. It was a map that promised to lead us to a hidden treasure—an artifact of immense artistic and historical significance. Intrigued by the possibility of uncovering a long-lost masterpiece, we embarked on a daring quest, following the map's intricate clues and navigating treacherous landscapes. The journey t