Books About Stranger Danger Novels & Stories

No one sees. The warm leather kisses my ass. The door slams shut, and just like that, I'm riding with a total stranger. How dangerous. How exciting.

I said. The stranger stayed quiet. What was he looking for? “I hope you don’t mind. I’ll be staying over for a while,” the stranger suddenly said. “Sure. anything you might need?” I asked. “Indeed. Access to your archive cell,” the stranger said, smiling. The archive cell was where I kept forbidden books locked, which isn’t supposed to be out in any kingdoms. It also keeps things; it hides secrets from strangers and some kings. … As days passed, I got impatient. He wasn’t telling me anything. All he did was take a book out and sit. Sometimes he would ask me questions but wouldn’t answer mine back.

I paused by the door, pushing it close with my back and resting a palm on it. He didn’t look up to see me but I could tell he knew I was there. His eyes were trained on something in his hands, it looked like a book and it seemed to cause his shoulders to tense. The air that radiated off him was enough to cause my limbs to go numb and I was thankful I still had my palm against the door. Instinctively, the hairs at the back of my neck rose signifying impeding danger. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

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.”

"I don't even remember his name. It was just a one-night stand." "Well, you never know," Alex said optimistically. "Stranger things have happened." Jessica knew her friend was right. She had a long road ahead of her, but with Alex by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope.

- The stranger, adjusting his glasses, examined his books. - Yes, that's right. I have some questions, and books help if you know what to look for. And as for any inexplicable evil spirits, these are all inventions that invigorate the mind. I, too, was once fascinated by similar studies, like you, and came to the conclusion that there is no reason to think that there were werewolves or anyone like them. - Let me disagree with you, there are a lot ... - Yes, you sit down, standing uncomfortable to conduct a discussion. said the stranger cheerfully, interrupting Conrod.

Jennifer's spiteful words from moments ago filled the gazebo. "Got every word of your little theory recorded right here." I waved my phone with a chilling calm. "Spread one more lie about Noelle, and I won't hesitate to have you behind bars for slander. Melanie doesn't take kindly to threats against her family, and her lawyers are not the kind you want to mess with." Jennifer looked into my eyes—eyes that used to be full of her, but were now cold as ice. A wave of fear washed over her. The old Cedric, who would have just taken the hurt in silence, pleading for her trust, was gone. In his place stood a Cedric who was calm, formidable, and edged with a sharpness she had never encountered.

Recognition settled quietly on his expression as his gaze flicked once across her own cart. Fuel stabilizer. Freeze-dried food. Heavy-duty batteries. Neither of them spoke. A crash suddenly echoed near the checkout lanes. People jumped hard enough to rattle entire shelves. Two men were shouting over a boxed generator while employees rushed toward them nervously. “Bullshit, I grabbed it first!” “You walked away from it!” No one intervened. Even now, people understand that helping strangers comes with a risk. The stranger beside her looked toward the overhead televisions as another emergency alert interrupted the Seattle footage.

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.

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred