The Strain Novels & Stories

“I’ll hold on to your words. Meet me tomorrow, Miss Stranger. Keep your promise to me.” “I-I will...” she stuttered. Then, he let go of her. For few moments, Eura’s brain was loading. She didn’t act immediately. She turned away and leave her Mr. Stranger. When she turned her back she never dare to look at him again. She’s afraid that she might run back to him as he saw his face. She wasn’t even sure why she’s acting weird. This is so foreign to her; felt like there’s something on him that kept on tugging her.

Matteo said and his voice sounded like he was reading a grocery list instead of talking about a massacre. "We have the ledger and we have the bypass device, but you need to sit down and let me check your pulse because the Master Strain is clearly doing something to your head that we didn't anticipate," I said as I walked toward him and tried to touch his forehead but he stepped back with a speed that I couldn't even follow with my eyes.

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."

"Eileen, you need to look at the company group chat right now!" My stomach dropped. I opened WhatsApp, and the unread notifications were already past 99. Someone had dropped a photo into the group chat. It showed Mom standing outside our office building, holding a huge cardboard sign. The sign had a few large words on it. "Ingrate Eileen Allen abandoned her parents! Shame on her!" Below, in smaller letters, it said I had forgotten my roots after getting married, let my parents go hungry, forced my sister-in-law to return to her parents' home, and called the police on my brother.

My stomach muscles burn and my thighs ache from holding this position for so long, my breath catching in my throat each time I attempt to swallow back the screams I want to release. In an effort to get him to where I am, I clench him from the inside and watch his eyes close as he feels it. They open as I release. Repeat. Each time I lock down on his dick, the same response. My body needs to let go. When I see the muscles in his neck strain, I try my luck again. "Tyler..." I can't get anything else out of my mouth. I'm gasping for air as I take the hardest pounding I've ever experienced.

SAGE THEY will soon reach the end of the glacier. They just need to do it. They had been walking for several hours already, but in front of them there was only snow and mountains. The only saving grace he can find is that the crevices in the glacier are slowly widening, which means the end is a little closer. He heard a struggle and then Irena 's exasperated sigh. He glanced back and saw that she had slipped. Again. "Can we stop for a moment?" she asked, lying down in the mirror.

The transition from the terrace to the office was cold and silent. Valen led the way, his cane clicking against the marble floor with the rhythm of a judge entering a courtroom. They bypassed the living room and the curious staff, heading straight for Valen’s private office—a room of dark oak, leather-bound books, and suffocating silence.

I said when I remembered I hadn't thanked him for the dress. He just gave me a nod. Later, Ratna came and kept complaining about how she didn't have anyone to dance with. She is all alone blah blah and took him with her. The whole time, I felt his eyes on me. I know even though he was dancing with her his attention was on me. A boy exactly the same age as Devil came and asked me for a dance. He was quite handsome too. He had a dimple on his cheeks which made him more attractive. After he insisted like 1,000 times, I agreed to dance with him but deep down I was quite scared. He was a total stranger to me.

He was coming. Fast. The pain in my left shoulder throbbed relentlessly as I struggled to catch my breath. I fled the chaos erupting in the hotel where we had been staying. The smell of blood and flesh clung to me like a curse—one I feared might haunt me until my final breath.

Jena's taunts make Aiora throw her medicine bottle annoyed at Jena who is caught with alacrity. Jena laughed "Is he very strong?" The temptation is again. Aiora glared annoyed "I'll shoot you if you ask again." The threat made Jena laugh even more rolling on the bed. "Shit!" Aiora's people are upset why they have to have a friend like Jena who wants to be strangled every second. *** "Stay away from Aiora!" Said a middle-aged man who looked dashing looking at his best friend's son sharply.