Troy Stranger Things 소설 & 이야기

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

"Where are you?" "I think the south side of the forest, still looking for Helena and Larry." "It's Dane with you?" "No, why?" "Their teacher is dead, killed by a wild trap. Be careful, I think this forest was booby trapped." "Oh my God. Tragic, so what's the plan." "Find them and return to the bus As soon as possible." "Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." _____________

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously

I locked the screen and threw it where I kept it before. Tristan is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up few months ago or should I say I discarded him out of my mind. I thought we were a thing. He made me believe I was the only one in his life. He showed me all the love and care a boyfriend gives to his girlfriend. But then, it was all fake. All an act. He disappear all of a sudden. No calls or text. If I call him, I'll be directed to voice mail and my messages will be left unread. Until after few days when I saw his picture all over I*******m. I felt stupid and at the same time angry. I was being used by him.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

She commanded. “What if I don’t stay away?” Argon shot back, breaking through his command. “Then I’ll make you disappear myself.” “I bet you will regret it,” Argon snarled. Trent turned toward the window and froze. He saw a stranger in his land, not even a pack member. “She’s been found.” the person said and Trent heard it with his supernatural hearing ability. His blood turned to ice.

My grandfather had been dead for years. Marcus looked just as surprised as I felt. The stranger continued watching me carefully. As though measuring my reaction. "You knew him?" I whispered. "Very well." I stared at him. Trying to determine whether he was lying. Trying to understand what was happening. The stranger slowly reached into his coat. Instantly, half a dozen weapons aimed directly at his chest. "Easy." He froze. Then carefully withdrew a small object. Not a weapon. A photograph. He held it out. Marcus stepped forward and took it first.

Troy slowly returns toward the bed, her head spinning with the words she had just overheard. And each word and each sentence suggests something darker than the last. Something is deeply wrong about all of them. About this place. About the creatures in the woods. Your whole fucking pack!.PACK! The word echoes in her mind. What exactly does that suggest? That those beasts belong… belong to Calian? That they are his men? Men… as in actual humans? Troy slowly sits down on the bed again and starts chewing anxiously on the edge of the silk sheet between her fingers.