A Familiar Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

he lived alone in a humongous mansion hidden in the Canadian wilderness, he had an incredibly rare mental illness that made him believe he was a different person nearly every day, and I was hopelessly in love with him. I met him by accident. I was twenty-six, broke, and on the verge of being homeless. I wasn't close with my family but did keep close ties with one friend from my hometown: Sara. She was one of the few people I felt comfortable enough to confide in. When I explained my problems she offered a solution. Her great uncle was retiring from his job as a caretaker soon. A lot of people had applied, but few made it past the first three days of the week-long training, and none past the

She knew her sister must be spending the moment at Mrs Margaret, their middle aged neighbor who lived in the same building with them. She sat on her bed with a sigh, worrying and ruminating on how hard things had been for her family. She remembered how she had to give up college studies to work to fund her younger sister who was diagnosed with kidney problems at a young age. Her phone beeped, snatching her from her worry zone. It was a text message from her silly best friend, Liliana, who sent her pictures of her fun night at the club the other night. "Really?? Is this the time to talk about some parties??" Isabella said to herself, switching off her phone angrily and brushing her pretty lon

“Tell me where the—” He grabs a chair and slams it on the wall. “Shut the fuck up will you?” The door creaks open again, and I'm starting to wonder if I'm going insane. Is there someone else here? An unfamiliar face enters. He looks young, terrified, his eyes darts between Liam and I. “What the hell is this, Liam?!” He snaps, eyes wide with shock. Liam slowly turns to stare at the stranger. “I asked you to find out more about the bookstore girl, you fell in love instead. What did you expect me to do, huh? Wait?!”

I thought he will take me to some fancy restaurant but I got surprised when I found out the destination to be a lakeside cafe. I always wanted to go there on my first date with Mr. Stranger which never happened. Even though I am trying not to but I am getting attracted to him. He seems familiar, as if I knew him from before. I don't know why this feeling keep coming to me whenever I am with him. In the party as well I felt he is familiar. Is he someone I knew? He reminds me of Mr.Stranger. He sensed me being a little comfortable and made many efforts to make me comfortable and even succeeded in it. I don't know how he did that? He told me about his school life that how he used to be a mischi

“Or someone wanted you gone. Totally out of their way.” A chill runs through me. He notices, steps closer. “Whoever did this, they knew what they were doing.” “Have you been able to figure out anything?” I ask. “I am still trying to look around for clues but nothing yet.” I nod, but my mind drifts. The memory of that stranger's touch flickers through my thoughts. Warm skin, the sound of his voice in the dark, that strange sense of familiarity I still can’t shake. It doesn't mean anything. It can’t. I don't even know him, and I don't think I will recognise him if I ever see him again.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?

Faris was after all a really small college town, most of the occupants here were in one or another involved in the school, and yet this was the first time she'd laid eyes on either one of them. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking to her finally, but there was just something positively fascinating about the dark, dreamy stranger. She was barely paying attention to Brandon who was right at her side, the stranger had thrown off her mind. The compulsion to run over to him and run her fingers through the wavy hair of his was awful powerful. She was sure she was smiling at him now, because a large grin had spread across his face.

His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being. "Darn!" Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there. That was new! Really. And it felt both great and hard. It feels good, but it hurts her loins. She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop. A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.