Stranger Things Should I Stay Novels & Stories

My son added, “He asked questions but we didn’t answer everything.” I nodded slowly and reached for my water bottle. “Then you don’t need to worry too much.” I said it calmly, like it was nothing serious. “Just be careful next time when strangers come around you. Don’t follow anyone, don’t leave with anyone, and always stay with your teachers.” They both nodded. Adrian was watching me quietly now, but he did not interrupt. The children went back to their homework, but I could still feel their curiosity lingering in the room.

Knowing. I should stay away from Ares Mortivane. But something told me it was already too late for that.

Close enough that if she reaches for me in the dark, I'll be there. "Stay," she whispers. "I'm not going anywhere." "Stay." "I'm here." She closes her eyes. And for the first time in weeks, I let myself believe. --- She says one word — "Stay" — and suddenly I remember exactly why leaving failed. Because leaving means losing this. And this — messy, complicated, terrifying — is the only thing worth staying for. End of Chapter 140

Jax's shoulders dropped just slightly. "But I know I don't want to be alone," I continued. "I know I don't want to pretend the tunnel didn't happen. I know I don't want to go back to the way things were. I don't have an answer for what comes next. But I'm not running anymore." Damien let out a breath. Jax finally looked at me. "Then we stay," Jax said. "We don't leave. We don't push. We just stay."

I am just finding an excuse for me to let him stay. Should I take the risk and let this completely handsome stranger live with me? The guy who I know nothing about? The guy who could practically be a murderer, a killer, or a kidnapper? After much thought, I give him my answer. "You can stay." ●●●

"Getting away. Getting free. But it's not. The hardest part is learning to stay." Sarah nodded, her gaze on the horizon. "The staying is the practice. The daily choosing. I didn't know that before. I thought the storm was the enemy. But the real enemy is the part of you that says you can't stay, that it won't last, that you don't deserve it." Maya stopped, turning to face the sea. "What do you say to it now?" Sarah was silent for a long time. Then she said, "I say, 'I'm staying anyway.' I say, 'I'll risk it.' I say, 'The roof will leak, but I'll patch it.'"

I pull the phone away for half a second, resisting the urge to throw it across the room. Not yet. I bring it back to my ear, forcing my voice steady. “Listen to me,” I say sharply. “They don’t know who you are. Not really. Those idiots don’t know shit. They’re nothing.” She sniffles. “Should we leave? Or stay?” I think fast. “If I were you? Don’t go anywhere near that car again. It’s probably already flagged.” I start pacing again. “Stay in the apartment. Lay low.” There’s a pause.

But deep down, I wasn’t sure I believed that. The calls. The strange silence whenever I answered. The feeling of being watched lately. And now those men showing up here? None of it felt random anymore. “Should we leave?” Lila asked quietly. “No.” The answer came faster than expected. Because Ethan’s message replayed instantly in my head. Stay where you are. Not go home. Not hide. Stay. “I think I should wait,” I added more calmly. Lila studied me carefully for a second before nodding once. “Okay.”

Ailee whined throwing herself on the floor. " We're practically done! The rest I'll finish some other time" I said checking every single detail in my new home. " Thanks, guys it looks amazing," I said laying next to Ailee." Who is staying here today? " I asked. " Unfortunately we've to go, Annabelle has class early in the morning, I've to take her home " Luke informed. " Ailee? Are you staying? " I asked and she nodded her hand yes. " I'm going back home" I whispered knowing Ailee will kill me for leaving her here." I didn't get all my staff, so I've to go back. will be back tomorrow "

“You cannot leave the office unless Gabriel says it is okay.” I did not know what to say. I forgot that part of the deal. “Would it be less of a deal if it wasn’t Lance? Is that really it, Miss Jean?” “Yes! Choose wisely,” Miss Jean said and walked away. I was left alone in the pantry with a confused mind, holding the iced coffee in one hand and the soda in the other. It’s like I’m being reminded to choose what’s best for me while in the company.