Straykids Book Novels & Stories

"I can think of a few Elixirs to make with them." "No way!" Four put the seeds away quickly. "They are mine you greedy girl. In fact, I am going to plant them now." Four excused himself and scampered away quickly. "Hehe, that was interesting." Ren chuckled and looked at Two. "Alright show me your work." "Right." Two pulled out some things from a regular storage pouch, two rolled-up pieces of paper, and a handwritten book. "This is all I was able to learn." Regular Storage Pouch was able to store everything. But due to it not specially designed for certain things, deterioration happens faster to most items.

She let Camille in and led her to an oversized living room, which contained a grand piano, at which, sat a young man who played a song she didn’t recognize The man looked to be a few years older than Camille. He had sandy-blonde hair, brushed neatly away from his face. His skin had a healthy glow to it and he was clean-shaven. Several girls littered the room, each one as beautiful as the next. They all wore nice dresses and were fixed up, looking ready for a night out on the town. The whole place seemed like something out of a dream. “Christine, I’ve found one of your strays,” Eva announced as they entered.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air. I smirked coldly at their entangled bodies and pressed "save" on the recording, thinking, "James Fullman, enjoy the calm before the storm."

Ivy’s POV I have been in this storage room since morning, making sure that the log books and their so-called labelled containers are properly arranged. “I’m too attracted to that so-called uncle of mine to even say I hate him behind his back”, I muttered and picked up my phone on the table to check the time. “Oh my God”, I screamed when I saw that the time was already a few minutes past seven. I dropped the phone immediately and started arranging the containers and the log books on the shelf.

“I can’t wait to play with them!” Troye gave her the box, and the little girl ran back to where her brother was. “I also have something for you, Kaydee.” Troye sat beside the little boy and put the box before him. “What is this, Uncle? You don’t really have to buy me toys,” Kaydee seemed curious about the toy, but unlike his sister, he was shy. “Those are called hot wheels, I believe?” Troye chuckled. “Thank you…” Kaydee timidly took the box and opened it.

It wasn’t like I had invited any reporters, anyway. I pulled my suitcase and headed out, getting into a car bound for the port. I sent Leon a breakup message, then turned off my phone. [Let’s end it, Leon.]

He raised his eyelids, pulled off the towel on his neck, and pulled out the notebook. He turned a page casually, just turned to the latest one. Jacob raised a little interest. He had no consciousness of respecting the kid's privacy at all, wrinkled his eyes sleepily, and swept it down. The title is "A Stray Dog"—— Wednesday, June 24, 2009, cloudy.

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do. "I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small

“Hey, been waiting a century for your call.” “You caught a cold?” I asked, concerned. “Just a cold. How’s your paperwork?” Hearing typing on her end reminded me of my unfinished lesson plans. I rushed to my bedroom, flipping open my laptop. The sight of BTS posters, figurines, and standees surrounding me was my private joy. Molly didn’t mind the decor, and no one else could judge my love for K-pop—not even my best friend. My phone, cradled between my ear and shoulder, buzzed with another weak cough from Vhina.