A Familiar Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown that they sometimes looked black and his stare is just as potentially dangerous as his father’s. “Look who’s finally decided to grace us with his presence”, it’s Carmen who speaks this time and her voice is light as a feather which is the contrast to her sharp features; bright red hair, and overly green eyes that resembled contact lenses, and high cheekbones. Dustin gives an apologetic smile and that’s when he notices the unfamiliar face at the table. His eyes dart immediately to Dash and they share a wordless conversation in a second. He extends his hands to shake her;

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

The stranger did not respond, but their fingers clenched on their rifle as if they were getting ready for anything more. Then, the distinct sound of boots on pavement came from behind. Fast footsteps. Though the new arrival was covered in darkness, I could see the form of another person—their presence frightening. The stranger replied, their voice more menacing now, "We're not alone anymore." My breath seized in my throat, a cold shudder coursed down my spine. This new player was whom? And why did everything we knew seem poised to fall apart? The newcomer emerged from the shadows to show a familiar face that shocked me with familiarity.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

Unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar, as though I’d seen it before. I sighed and brushed off the uneasy feeling, stepping out of the car and heading toward the porch. One, two, three, four rings at the doorbell; no answer. Without hesitation, I slipped my hand beneath the doormat and retrieved the spare key he always kept there just in case I showed up unannounced. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Then froze. Clothes were scattered across the living room floor. A t-shirt. Shorts. And... panties? I blinked, my brows pulling together as I took a hesitant step forward. At the foot of the stairs, a gown and a bra laid tangled together.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

That kind of thing only happened in stories the female lead spending a night with some complete stranger only to wake up and discover he was some billionaire CEO or mafia boss. Well... That wasn't my story. "I see... feisty." His tongue slid across his lower lip. "I like that." My jaw tightened as I took another sip."Consider ordering something like a regular customer instead of ogling a stranger you don't even know." His hand hovered above my elbow not touching, but close enough to feel threatening. "I'm ordering something new tonight." A grin spread across his lips. "How about you?" My spine stiffened as my fingers tightened around the glass.

‎ ‎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.