A Weird Encounter With A Stranger Novels & Stories

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

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 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.

It compelled me to say something that wasn't part of the script. "A puppy that only knows how to play hard to get can't be rewarded." The man grunted. I watched the screen and saw him quit so abruptly that it was as if he'd been disconnected. I thought about waiting for him to come back online, but the doorbell rang just then. I had no choice but to put down my phone to answer the door. Someone pinned me to it as soon as I opened it. Before I realized what was happening, they pressed their lips against mine.

, I stumbled away from the beast, my legs shaking. The creature’s attention was torn between me and the figure above.Another spear flew through the air, striking the beast in the shoulder. It roared again, its massive body twisting in pain.“Over here!” the voice called, throwing down a rope.I grabbed the rope with trembling hands, wincing as the fibers bit into my injured palms. “Who are you?” I shouted, my voice barely audible over the beast’s growls.“Does it matter?” the voice replied. “Climb if you want to live!”The beast shook off its pain and turned its glowing eyes back to me.“Oh, come on!” I muttered, gripping the rope tightly. “Why can’t you just stay down?”The figure threw another s

“It was you who said that your drink limit had been reached and you couldn't drink any more.” “I was just kidding; I saw a bar there.” I held the stranger's hand, and we started walking towards the bar. As we entered the cozy bar, the warmth enveloped us, and I felt a sense of contentment. We found a table in the corner and ordered our drinks, the stranger's hand still holding mine. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing in the background and people laughing and chatting. I couldn't believe how a chance encounter had led to such a fun and memorable evening in Paris.

Before I know it, a heavy hand rises up my seat, who’s that person? “Hey!” I yell to the stranger, but he does not listen, he carries me, tossing me on his broad shoulders, in everyone’s eyes. “Put me down!” I yell, my cheeks flushing hard. People stare at us, and the worst thing is I can’t see the stranger’s face. People’s eyes follow me. Nothing to see here folks, just mind your business! I hear the clinking of the door, and only then does the stranger drop me, only for me to land on the bed.

I looked up, my tear-filled eyes meeting the gaze of a stranger—a kind face, weathered by time and etched with compassion. "Are you alright?" the stranger asked, concern, lacing their voice. "You seem lost and in need of help." I mustered the strength to speak, my voice shaky and raw. "I... I've been banished... betrayed... I have nowhere to go." The stranger's eyes softened, their empathy palpable. "Come with me," they said, extending a hand. "I have a small cabin nearby. You can find shelter and warmth for the night." With trembling limbs, I accepted the stranger's offer of kindness. Their touch was gentle as they helped me to my feet, guiding me through the darkness. Each step felt like a

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

"Some guys wanted to beat me so I tried to find somewhere to hide." How dumb is he to jump into someone else's backyard that had lights on? But then again dealing with the owner of the backyard sounds better than getting beaten up... Okay, he might not be that dumb... just a bit. "How do you know me?" This time the stranger didn't right ahead answer but hesitated for a bit. "We have crossed paths a few times..."