Before We Were Strangers Novels & Stories

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

After I was done, I saved the clip in my inbox and set the timer to 7:00 pm the next day for the clip to be emailed to Kevin and Kandi. I thought they would be very happy to receive the clip, which I made specially for them. After all, it was them expressing their true love for each other. When the clock struck midnight, something unexpected happened. Kevin actually came home. I was busy packing up the last of everything when he came straight toward me. He felt cold all over, and before I knew what was happening, Kevin already had me in a tight embrace. Kevin sniffed my ear and trembled as he said, "I've been feeling anxious all night, honey. I keep having the feeling that you're about to di

The stranger. He’s here

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

Strangers? "What are we to you? Strangers? Enemies? Or friends? You're the only one who can answer that question. Because you see, we admit that we are at fault here too. We're wrong for mistreating you. But if you see us as strangers now, we can still be friends anytime. Just don't come at us crying because they abused you. You see, if your man can kill a woman," she drops her hand and looked at me with cold, empty eyes.

I said and Riya turned into a cute red strawberry. " You both are shameless. " Shruti said. " Yes, and we are proud of it. " I said. ********** Only one week was left and we all went to Bikaner for all the rituals. This time also, I took her there in my private helicopter but she was not tense about its fare now. But was still embarrassed by my PDA. I could not help not keeping my hands to myself. She was making me lose my sanity. I was roaming around her like a lovesick puppy.

"I'll always be loyal to you, Amy. I'll stand by your side forever and be your strongest support." Dexter, too, had once taken my hand and made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess. "You're the little sister I cherish most, Amy. Even if we're not bound by blood, I'll always treat you like family." And then there was Hank, grinning as he pulled out bottles of liquor, insisting we all drink until dawn. Back then, our lives felt perfect. I truly believed things would always stay that way. But everything changed the day Eden arrived. I still remember the moment Hank burst through the door, cradling a battered and bleeding Eden in his arms. My heart ached at the sight of that delicate young woman, he

Two people who were strangers seeing each other clearly for the first time. I don't know what to do with that.

LYDIA POV “We are not strangers,” the girl said immediately. I blinked. She had walked into my hospital room with her brother, both of them staring at me like I had just personally offended them. I looked between the two of them. “Okay.” she continued, pointing at herself with the confidence of someone presenting evidence in court. “According to Oxford’s dictionary definition, a stranger is a person you do not know. And technically, we are no strangers to you, you know? We’ve been around you for at least twelve hours, and you know our names, right?”

She was slightly confused when he suddenly froze in place and locked his eyes on her. Could it be that her smile was that creepy? She winced at the thought before hearing him chortle out of the blue. "Because we're strangers," he said, making her head tilt to the side. "We're strangers with no connection; no relation; no history-we have nothing and got nothing to do with each other," he gave her a quick smile before gazing back at the sunset. "There are things we can't tell the people we care for because we don't want them to worry. We don't want to be a burden. And that's the reason why opening up to a stranger is sometimes easier-you can just spit out everything you wanted to say without f