A Familiar Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

“Not the buildings. Not the sounds. But the rain feels familiar.” I came to stand beside him. “Do you think your memories will come back soon?” I asked. “Honestly?” He exHayesd. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel close. Like it’s right there, behind a locked door. But then it’s gone again.” I nodded, because I didn't know what to say. He turned to me. “Does it scare you? Having a stranger in your flat?” I studied his face. The soft frown, the vulnerability he didn’t try to hide. I could’ve said yes. I could’ve told him the truth - that some nights, I lay awake wondering if this was the dumbest thing I’d ever done.

strangely familiar. You see, my mind has been a vortex of confusion since the moment I woke up. Little made sense. Nothing seemed familiar to me. Until last night. The moment we were back within one another's arms, your lips upon mine, there was something almost familair there. Something comforting. Reassuring. Calming. And I knew I wanted more.

"You don't want to cross my path." Leo's fists closed, and I sensed his stress building. This was not some hapless individual trying to control us. History was present here. History that I did not grasp. Leo exclaimed, coming forward and dragging me behind him defensively, "enough." "I'm done having fun with games. Say something right now if you have anything to say. I gasped when the stranger at last entered the light. It was the familiarity, not only the awareness that hit me. My black hair. The keen eyes. Their manner of presenting oneself. Though I couldn't put it, there was something so near about them.

“I—” Before she could finish, he crossed the room in a single, silent stride. He stopped just in front of her, looming so close she had to tilt her head back to meet his piercing gaze. “Don’t you dare claim to get along with my family,” he whispered. “You are nothing but a stranger to them.” His words sent a sharp sting to Anna’s chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. They seemed stuck in her throat. He leaned closer, his body pressing against hers, his lips close to her ear.

The stranger. He’s here

I couldn’t afford to. Still, something gnawed at me. Something about this stranger—it was strange, unsettling… familiar. Like I should know them. Like I had seen them before in another life. And that only made the fear twist tighter in my gut. The stranger froze for only a second before taking off, sprinting into the dark. I just stood there, my chest tight and my teeth clenched. Who the hell was that? Something about him felt familiar, and that only pissed me off more. No way in hell was I letting him get away.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

____________ “Isn't your friend coming down for breakfast?” I was too scared to even say his name now. That was how haunted I was by the handsome stranger who was in my home. Marlowe shook his head in the negative as he ate a strip of bacon, then noisily slurped the coffee in his cup. “Fabian loves his mornings to himself. He's the yoga and jogging type of guy, you know, the loner type.” I shrugged, knowing that deep within me, I wanted to know more about the stranger who had fucked me, but I also knew that it was dangerous to want to know more.

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

"I don't even remember his name. It was just a one-night stand." "Well, you never know," Alex said optimistically. "Stranger things have happened." Jessica knew her friend was right. She had a long road ahead of her, but with Alex by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope.