Novel & Cerita Before We Were Strangers

“Making you fix what you broke.” The pressure between us snapped suddenly— Like an invisible thread tightening. Pain shot through my chest. I gasped. The stranger flinched at the exact same moment. Our eyes widened simultaneously. The connection vanished just as quickly. But the echo of it remained. Sharp. Burning. Impossible. Caelum looked between us, alarm flashing across his face. “No,” he said under his breath. I stared at the stranger. “What was that?” For the first time since arriving He looked unsettled.

‎ ‎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.

And beneath a sky full of impossible light— two stories finally met. Not as strangers. As family.

Everything about this woman was dangerous. Because she made me want things I had promised myself I would never want again. A real marriage. A real family. A future. “Harper.” My voice came out rougher than expected. She swallowed. “Yeah?” I stepped closer. “So much for staying strangers.” Her breath caught. “We stopped being strangers a long time ago.” The admission hung between us. Raw. Honest. Real. Before either of us could say another word, the elevator doors suddenly opened. Both of us turned.

They’d been strangers. Now they were something else entirely.

I said, tilting my lips, feigning sadness and they quickly noticed why I was acting up, and they both rushed down to where I knelt down as they embraced me warmly. "And what is the no.1 rule?" I said in a whisper. "Do not talk to strangers, take anything from strangers, or go anywhere with a stranger." They both chorused together as they chuckled softly. "Very good. Very good." I repeated in excitement as I kissed their cheek. They rushed out as they waved their final goodbyes to me. It wasn't intentional but then, the hours I stayed away from them were now years away from them and if possible, I wished I could have more time with them.

I cannot stop thinking about Lya's cold gaze when she said the word "stranger" just now. On the way back to GreyStone Pack, Kai suddenly spoke up. "Miguel, did you hear what Lya just said?" "Yes, yes, of course I heard that," I mimicked Lya's voice, "Miguel, we are the most ordinary strangers." Damn, how dared she call us strangers when I thought at least we used to be mates. "No, Miguel," Kai sounded a little bemused, "I mean, Lya said you had no idea what was going on, remember?"

But I know he is going to leave. But I don't want him to. Is it bad? It's good to have someone around and only want him around. What the fuck does it even mean? 'Strangers Killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on I, I, oh I Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzz-cut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you and I need you now Yeah, I, I, oh I, yeah'

A new beginning and new identities. "Dearest Strangers, How is your day so far? I hope you're doing good compared to me and my brother and in the middle of our journey heading to our uncertainties. By the way, my name is Derick and my little brother, Scott. The two of us, shall I say, differed from the rest of the humans if you know what I mean.

“Stay where he can see you.” “We will,” Ava said. “No running off.” “We won’t,” Eli said. “No talking to strangers.” They both went quiet. Then Ava said, “Define stranger.” I stood up. “Anyone who is not me.” “Or you,” Eli added, pointing at the driver. “Or him,” I said. Ava nodded. “Understood.” I kissed their foreheads. Eli wiped his immediately. “Public affection is unnecessary,” he said. Ava didn’t wipe hers.