A Weird Encounter With A Stranger Novels & Stories

Did I spend a night with a total stranger? A rogue from a bar? Shit!

“How did he do that?” “Magic,” Derek replied simply. “He disappeared into smoke!” “Yes.” I stared at him in disbelief. “And you’re acting like that’s normal?” Derek walked toward the window and looked outside carefully. “In our world,” he said quietly, “you stop questioning strange things after a while. By the way, I believe you've seen worse." I rubbed my arms slowly, trying to calm myself. The image of the black marks on the stranger’s neck still haunted me. “They found us already,” I whispered. “How?”

He leaned slightly forward and held out his hand. “It is not as difficult as you think,” he added.Had I gone crazy, relying on help from a complete stranger, a supposed ghost claiming to be related to me? But what other choice did I have? Stranger things had already happened. I accepted his hand and hauled myself up, feeling completely out of place, like a whale boarding a warship.

The upside was that I was giggling, and all my problems seemed to fade away. I was dancing to the music when I suddenly slipped. I expected to hit the ground, but strong arms caught me. I smiled sheepishly as I tried to focus on my savior. “Handsome,” I said, burping. The stranger didn’t say anything, but I could faintly smell alcohol on him. I traced invisible circles on his chest, smiling. “Keep me company tonight,” I burped again. “I promise it’ll be an experience of a lifetime.” I squinted at his face, trying to see clearly, and something about him felt familiar.

I whisper into the hot air between us, standing on my tiptoes, I press my lips against his luscious ones, kissing him. “Fuck, you asked for this, lady!” He lets out when he breaks away a bit, ogling into my eyes. The man growls low in his throat and before I know it, his big palms cup the sides of my face as he presses his mouth against mine again. Oh, my God. I’m kissing a stranger in an alleyway? The thoughts flash through my mind rapidly and before I know it, he whirls me around and presses my chest against the wall, hitching my poodle skirt up my waist and slamming into me.

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.

LATTON woke up, her head lying on a bare chest. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his light brown eyes, only to see a stranger beside her. “Who are you?” she asked in confusion and fright, then grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The guy beside her just stared at her and didn’t respond. Shortly she heard a voice from the other side of the room, “Seems like you enjoyed last night too much,” Lucian replied mockingly. She gasped, “What’s happening?” She inquired in bewilderment.

A foolish gesture," the stranger murmured, his voice deceptively soft. He released Bill, who collapsed on the ground, clutching his shattered wrist, tears streaming down his face. "What....what do you want," The others stumbled back, fear twisting their features into grotesque masks. They were hardened men, men who had stared death in the face countless times, but this stranger, this beautiful wraith from the woods, had them quaking in their boots. Who the fuck was this?, yet strangely his face looked familiar.

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”