The Strain Trilogy Novels & Stories

"It's just a thought. If you're serious about this investor, marriage might be the way in. Think about it." "Marriage for a club membership? That's extreme, Wilson. I need to find another way, a real solution.....I can't afford to marry a stranger and go through what I went through with Ethan all over " "But what if you don't marry a stranger? "

Penti scratches his neck, straining for an answer. “Well… I’d love to man but… I prefer our company. The 3 compadres, right?” Joe and Jin look at each other then they laugh. “Hey hey, come on. I’m not afraid!” Joe chuckles and mimics Penti. “3 CoMPadReS.” Jin laughs even harder. Eventually, Penti laughs as well. For a moment, the trio’s laughter managed to remove their stress regarding the situation. Their laughter echoed throughout the abandoned building. In a certain room, there was darkness.

"Before he goes, he wanted to finish this Zurich trip." Caroline smiled. "I think I know now, Zha. You are head over heels in love with those fictional characters who have been through a lot, like Romeo, the main male lead of The Fault In Our Stars and you are in love with Jack Dawson of Titanic too. You are in love with those characters who have been through a lot but still fought until the end. And Dion, from the things you have told me, he has been through a lot. And he is a tough one." My smile widens. Tears started to form at the corner of my eyes, I fought the urge when they are about to fall.

I hoped Sir left some people for me to burst. This itch wasn’t physical. It was a habit—one I inherited from my father. I remembered it well from when I was a kid. The tension. The craving for release. He was one of the original thinkers tasked with eliminating the first subjects on this island, working alongside Sir and their conjurer friend, the very one who built this now-ruined structure. I could still hear his voice, describing each kill in sickening detail. The screams. The fear. The way their agony fueled his satisfaction.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

When I came down at lunchtime they were still there. Srisha and Sanskrit insisted I have lunch with them. I couldn't say no to them. I felt quite awkward being around these people. I learned that Srisha and Sanskrit were his childhood friends. They both were friends turned lovers I guess. And then there was Miss Ratna who was so touchy with him. She would talk about the time they spent together and about how their families are so close blah blah. I would feel his eyes on me time and again. Srisha and Sanskrit tried making conversation with me. Maybe they thought I was feeling alone and awkward. That's the perk of being around people, you feel alone.

Glen asked, cooing. "The publishing company want me to write a new novel. I mean, that's fine with me since there are a lot of plots in my mind waiting to be written but they want me to write a tragedy. A freaking tragedy!" He yelled the last words with exasperation, groaning loudly. Tragedy has never been his forte. He wants his novels to always have happy endings.

As she said that, her voice started to take on a seductive hush to it. "I need it so badly, it's making me all frustrated. Mr. Turner... Daddy, please... Help me out just this once, okay?" Faced with a strikingly beautiful young woman throwing herself at me, my male instincts were already on the edge of taking over. With just a slight push, my mind would cross over the precipice of no return. But Shanine was Kerrigan's daughter, and Kerrigan made it clear that I was not to touch Shanine again! I was stuck in a difficult dilemma. What should I do?

It didn't take long before his already poorly managed company was crushed under the pressure and driven into bankruptcy. "You unfilial son! Are you trying to kill your own father?" he shouted over the phone, furious. "We severed our father-son relationship long ago," I replied coldly. "If you hadn't gone out of your way to cause trouble for me, I wouldn't even care whether you lived or died. "Oh—and here's some more interesting news for you. "The son your second mistress gave birth to? He's not yours. "And the third one is still entangled with her ex-husband. They met in secret just the night before last.

"You're right. Maybe the end of the world is later this week." Jade closed her eyes. Dom took the glass from her hand before she could throw it. Tristan moved off the fireplace at last, but stopped before he got too close. "There are changes in sensory processing during threshold strain. We don't know yet whether it's temporary." There it was. We. Threshold strain. Temporary. The same polished register he used when his emotions had to pass through customs before reaching his mouth. "Could you sound less like a briefing for ten seconds?" I asked.