A Familiar Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

There aren't too much exciting things to be found in the internet. I was about to turn my phone off when I remember Mr. Don'tLookForMe, I searched for his book on GoodNovel and added it to my library. I really find his book interesting. Ezicx told me that this man is the famous mystery author and his art of literature just really seems to do a storytelling of my life. I opened it and went on the latest update. I almost dropped my jaw when I read the latest update. The main character's bestfriend got married to his brother- exactly like how Janine married my brother.

the man grinned before stretching a card to her. “I'm a erm, just take a look at it.” he stuttered at the intense glare she gave him. Vivian looked from his hands to his face and back to his face again. “I'm not interested in knowing who you are mister.” She said rudely before taking another sip. “I think you might be interested now.” The stranger said as he walked close to take a seat beside her. “Excuse me?” She asked with raised brows. “I'm Finn, a reporter who works with the News Daily Firm—”

Her eyes. Why did a stranger feel so familiar? Why did she feel… like mine?

Naomi stepped slightly in front of Ama. The stranger noticed. His smile widened. “A reasonable reaction.” Ama's instincts screamed. Run. Immediately. Yet she remained where she was. Because something about the man felt familiar. Not him specifically. The energy surrounding him. The impossible certainty. The quiet confidence. Like someone who understood far more than he should. The stranger's gaze settled on Ama. “It's been a long time.” Ama frowned. “We've never met.” The man's expression softened. “Not in this life.”

everything about the book was perfect. If Jasmine would run around calling random people her babies, Ryder would claim book characters as her babies, and this young man with the nickname "Midnight" given by the media, was one of the first characters to be claimed as her precious baby. Even though Ryder had felt hesitant about giving the stranger a name from a book, even worse, that of a "psychopath", she couldn't help but think that this situation and that of the book were somewhat similar. She thought the stranger most likely hadn't read that book. This thought was mostly based on her belief that not many males read books. This belief was a result of many years of reading books and getting

It's been the same for the past 23 years. Author's special: "They say even once the King has to face a war that wakes up the fear in him...What kind of war does Alex have to face in the near future...?", -HARU. Do let me know. Comment or criticize so that I can know what exactly your thoughts are. I feel happy that people are reading "LOVE YOU MY FAMILIAR STRANGER" I hope I can receive your opinion too. Thank you. -Haru.

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

The broken bottle on the floor was still looking back at me like a reminder of my clumsiness and how quickly I could unravel so I went looking for something to sweep it up with before someone got hurt or before someone used the mess as evidence that I was the problem. "Uhm, hi, here is a mop and broom, do you wanna…" "Thank you, thank you" I took the broom and mop from the stranger before she even finished her sentence. I wasn't sure she was one of the faces from the car when we arrived earlier but something about her felt really familiar. Not threateningly familiar, it was sort of soft like I had seen her somewhere in a different version of my life and forgotten to file her away properly. I

Its leather cover was worn, and its pages yellowed with time. As I flipped through the journal, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The entries were penned in a familiar hand, recounting moments from my past that had long been buried in the recesses of my mind. And then, I stumbled upon a passage that sent shivers down my spine. It spoke of a stranger, a kindred spirit, who had shared fleeting moments of connection with me in the past. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the revelation. Was this stranger from my past the same mysterious figure who now stalked me? And if so, what was their purpose? What did they hope to achieve by re-entering my life?

Yet she kept riding the late train. On Friday afternoon, something strange happened. She slipped into her favorite little bookstore after work, seeking distraction among the dusty shelves. As she reached for a worn copy of *The Secret History*, a tall man with a face cap did the same. “After you,” he said softly. Their eyes met for a brief second. A strange jolt passed through her..... half recognition, half heat but it vanished before she could grasp it. He looked like the stranger from the train or was it just her mind? He smelled faintly of cedar and rain. Just another handsome stranger.