Midnight Rain
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Ongoing, First published Aug 06, 2023
"Rain-drenched eons come to pass midnight; it was called Midnight Rain."

Bridget Anderson

She has been an experiment her whole life, she hasn't experienced anything as a pre-teen. She was tortured and she was in the upside down for a whole year she had to survive on her own. But after hearing that Dr. Brenner was dead, she was adopted. 

After another year in Baltimore, her family decided to move back to their hometown. But someone thought it was a bad idea. And soon enough, they were right.

Lucas Sinclair x Female Oc

I do not own Stranger Things or their characters, I only own Bridget and her plot.
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47 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.