The Stranger In The Woods Audiobook Novels & Stories

Magulo ang buhok na parang sinasabayan ang pag-galaw ng stick niya. Naka-pikit ang mga mata niya habang pinupokpok ang drum ng malakas, hindi naman ganoong malakas na malakas iyong tama lang naman. "I think I knew them," hindi ko na mapigilang bulalas. Napatigil sa pag-lalakad si Ellen at takang napa-tingin sa akin. Hindi ba niya talaga naririnig ang tunog? "Yung song nila! I think I knew it." Pag-papaalala ko sa kaniya. Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger.

And for the faintest second, it was more normal than the stranger. Because strangers don't exist in our town. The dog runs into my arm, putting its dirty paws on my thighs at it licks my face with a sloppy tongue. I resist the urge to cringe in front of the dog saving God. "He was wandering around the forest," he tells me smoothly, voice like the sweetest honey. "This was the first house..."

But his lips — the lopsided, self-assured grin plastered on his face — that’s what I focused on because this was not the look one gives in the kind of life-or-death situation we were in. “Stop,” he said again in that authoritative tone. “She’s not for you.” Then the strangest thing happened. The wolf seemed to actually listen. It stopped just feet away from where I stood and then turned back like it had lost interest in me completely. Soon enough, it trotted back into the underbrush and was gone almost like I had just imagined the beast this whole time. “W-what just—” “—Are you okay?” he asked. This time his voice was soft and gentle, the kind you rarely hear from a stranger you meet in the

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

“We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ” If she chooses whom she would like to be with, there is no doubt that Shean will quickly choose the stranger. She turned to the walking testosterone, and before she could understand what was happening, she just felt he hold one of her arms and pulled her out of the bar. She did not felt the need to struggle. The touch of his hand on her seemed to ignite her intense desire to be confined to the long and strong arms of a stranger. It is fine with her wherever he takes her, as long as he holds her. She will come with him.

covered in dry blood, whimpering in pain, sizzling flesh, beautiful eyes. I didn't mean to walk much farther and get lost in the woods this late at night but when I stopped and looked back, well, I found nothing but woods. Before the panic could kick in, I turned around but halted upon hearing loud shrieking followed by guttural sobs. The first instinct was to run the hell out of there but my feet stayed glued to the ground. What if it was the same stranger? For some reason, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone in agony.