Becoming Strangers Again Novel Novels & Stories

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

,the smell of rain and expensive cologne on his skin before we fell into that hotel room My whole body went completely cold. It was him. The stranger I had slept with that night. The man I thought I would never lay eyes on again for the rest of my life. He wasn't just a stranger who had bumped into me at the door this morning. He was the man from the pub.He was the father of my child *The father of the baby growing inside me.* Before my racing heart could even process it, the click of heels echoed down the hallway. "Darling!"

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.”

Eros replied. "That's a great idea!" she exclaimed. They eat their food until it runs out, and continue their journey. Eros and Jane went to the inns one by one and asked residents if there were tenants who were not Balinese. Unfortunately, they unanimously said no. “I don't think Jake would take the risk of renting a place close to residential areas. If the residents see Jake or Luna's strange behavior, they will call the police right away," Eros muttered as they rested on the side of the road.

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”

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?

‎ ‎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.

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice