Becoming Strangers Again Novel Novels & Stories

Was she. I mentally slapped myself to pull out of my stupid thoughts. My mind was troubled all through the ride to my new apartment. Fortunately, cleaning and arranging my apartment distracted me from my thoughts. The agent got one of the rooms and parlours in a storey building, some distance away from school. The main occupant living in the building were married couples with children. I and one more guy were the only students living in that compound. I was comfortable with it because I felt the school environment was already choking me. It was dark when I finished arranging everything. I took a shower and prepared some noodles for myself, then laid on my bed with the thought of calling Vero

The bell above the door tinkled as she entered, greeted by the rich scent of old books and the soft murmur of pages turning. There, among the shelves lined with stories waiting to be explored, Marvis encountered Julian. His eyes, like the well-worn pages of the novels surrounding them, held a depth that piqued her curiosity. Engaged in conversation, they explored the labyrinth of literature, exchanging thoughts on life, dreams, and the shared pursuit of reinvention. Julian, a master storyteller with an eloquent charm, revealed fragments of his journey—a narrative woven with mystery and resilience. As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow w

I slept with a stranger, thinking it was Fred? ‘Oh jeez! Sophia, what have you done?’ I felt a sharp pain in between my thighs as I dressed up quickly. I fled the room before the man woke up from his sleep. *************** “Where the hell have you been? We were worried sick!” Sam yelled, their eyes widened as they saw me. “You said you wanted to be left alone, Sophy. How could you disappear without informing us?” Kelly added. “I think I slept with a stranger.” I confessed, scratching the back of my neck as I collapsed on the couch.

" I don't even understand this drama you're pulling right now. It's been years. You should have gotten over this... guilt? I don't care what it is. You should be living your life. Like I'm trying to right now." David's mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. So Clive continued. "You and me were strangers then. And I believe that even now we still remain strangers. Now what do strangers do when they bump into each other? They don't do anything. They go their separate ways as always. So what's stopping us from doing that right now? Huh?" He started to walk away thinking this was finally the end of everything. But it wasn't so because David had now regained his speech.

CHAPTER 4 Lyra's POV The stranger smiled, and Jesus, it wrecked me. That hard face, so sharp and ruthless, went soft around the edges. Like sin dipped in honey. “Does it really matter?” he asked slowly, his voice smooth as bourbon. “Tonight, we are just two broken souls hiding in plain sight.” Fair. “Then here’s to strangers,” I replied, raising my glass with a shaky hand. “To strangers,” he echoed, clinking his glass against mine.

This is probably the first time I heard my heart beat gone wild And the oddest thing is, it is because of strangers. :Hello? I hesitantly hit the send button. I didn't think too much and was about to put my cellphone down when it rang again. :Ain't sure that's why you put a “?”? :Yeah, cuz you're a stranger. :Well, that's odd 'cause I thought you knew me… I frowned because of what he said. :Do you happen to know me? I got curious and interested at the same time about this conversation. :I thought... :Never heard of your name though…

“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.

He asked all of a sudden. " What?? N..no! " " Strange!! Have you read her latest book?" He asked but before I could say anything he started speaking again. " The girl loves the man who is her senior and neighbour. And the man is in love with his best friend. Oh, God!! You also thought that I was in love with Sid. So many similarities... " He said looking at me. I was still looking for the right words to tell him. But he was being Sherlock Holmes all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.