Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

“Let’s find somewhere safe together.” A strange skittering sound made me whip toward the shopping district. A long, spindly humanoid figure crawled up the wall and vanished over the roofline. Oh god... what in the fresh fuck was that? We have spider creeps now? I blinked hard and stared at the bowling ball-sized holes punched into the brick wall. the sleds reins pulled taut. I swallowed my terror and turned back to Trey. He stood pale and frozen, his body locked in a runner’s crouch. His eyes remained glued to the roof, and only his white-knuckled grip on the reins kept him from bolting.

The lights flickered, and the sounds of machinery whirring to life filled the air. "Looks like our diversion is working," Rachel said, her voice laced with concern. But I was still distracted by the stranger's words. "He said he'd help us, but not in the way we think." Rachel's eyes locked onto mine. "You think he will help us take down the rogue group?" I shook my head. "No, I think he's going to cause more trouble." The hum grew louder, and the lights flashed faster. It was then that I noticed a small, sleek drone hovering above the warehouse, its camera capturing every detail.

But to my surprise, the face of the stranger came into view, running to my direction in haste. How did he..knew my name…? Did I somehow give it when we talked earlier? However, everything seemed running so slow…with the surrounding people thrown into chaos, shouting at me for some reason. Along with the stranger, who picked up the pace after turning to my side, I glanced. A ten-wheeler truck was rapidly going down the path where I stood, realizing that I was in the middle of the road. Despite screaming at myself to move, my legs remained still, fixed to the ground and unable to take a single step away from the upcoming danger. I stood there, as the driver tried his best to regain control, ye

They ran from the upcoming horde of werewolves using the truck as an escape vehicle, Jill covered their escape by shooting crossbow bolts at any werewolves that still tries to pursue them, the stranger stands beside her spear in front of him, ready if any werewolves get too close to the truck. Until finally, the werewolves stopped chasing them, no more signs of wolves anywhere, they have gotten tired of pursuing them. Onwards their mom still kept on driving, they have left Crowsdale a few moments ago, however, they did not stop, their mom still kept driving.

She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

he shouted. But the stranger didn’t stop. As soon as he reached his vehicle, he quickly opened the door and got into the back seat. Inside was another man, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. "Now—let’s go!" the stranger ordered his companion, catching his breath. The roar of the engine reached Lejandro’s ears. But he didn’t lose hope. Even as the vehicle began to move away, he noticed that it wasn’t accelerating quickly—it seemed to struggle, perhaps due to engine trouble or because the road ahead was uphill.

Trex said to Ellthan. Ellthan ignored him. His gaze fell on the woman dressed all in white except for her pants and glasses walking towards her. "Mr. Trex." Call a one-tailed woman. "Oh Jena. Are you done?" Asked Mr.Trex. Jena nodded then looked at Lucas lazily for a moment "Yes. We're leaving home." Jena replied. Behind his sunglasses Aiora looked at Lucas lazily and then his gaze fell on those dark black eyes that night. Aiora immediately averted her gaze because it was very fitting that the owner of those eyes was also looking at her.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

I'm distracted, to say the least, and he's not wearing a helmet. As if he knows what I'm thinking, he points up ahead, although I don't see what he's pointing at, and I sure as hell can't hear him over the noise of the bike and the wind. As we approach an intersection, and I use that term very loosely, he motions for me to take a left. I figure what the hell, I don't have a destination in mind anyhow, so I go left. I follow his directions until we are in front of a small cabin perched on the upper end of Lake Keowee. He dismounts after I cut off the bike, leaving me sitting there, staring at someone's home.