Can We Be Strangers Again Novels & Stories

I frown, thinking on how familiar the male's voice was, searching my mind for where I might have heard it before. "Tonight," The Strange man continues, shrouded in the covering of his cape. "We have new commerades, as well as not so new Counsellors who will mold our new recruits into our way of life. We have lost many over the last year." A heavy pause as others glance at each other, or still others grumble around me and I can't help observe the hatred in their eyes. Where the hell had I taken myself to? "This time around, we will take nothing for granted." The stranger bellows, throwing off his hood in the process and I gasp, taking a step back.

he countered, his amusement evident in his tone. This time, I couldn't help but laugh at his response. "I mean... seriously. You can confide in a stranger, share your burdens, and then they'll be gone, moving on with their lives without a second thought. If trust is your concern, a stranger can hardly gossip about someone they barely know. And I'm definitely not a bad stranger, I don't gossip." I chuckled in response.

That's Nalani's soft voice. I really missed hearing that voice, especially her giggles that I was the reason for. But of course I don't know when that will happen again. Especially if she remembers everything, I'm sure the chance of us going back to what we were before is even more hopeless. We have come too far from the past, and we are currently in a complicated situation. Situation like a concrete wall between us. "I'm not sure, Miss Nalani."

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

"Plus, Dad's condition is still unresolved. How do you expect us to handle all these problems? We might end up as orphans soon." "No, Angela, don't say that. Dad won't die and we won't become orphans. Please, don't say that" Isabella implored, tears filling her eyes once more. The sisters embraced each other finding solace in their presence amidst their overwhelming challenges.

Jacob tried to break the strange tension. “Can I go home?” Hayle furrowed her brow. “The smell of the hospital or clinic is starting to make me nauseous.”

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

“This won’t break you.” “You must be the type parents tell us to get motivation from.” I hold back a laugh. “Girl, sitting and mopping has never been your style! Tell you what? We are having an after party in a few hours. Why don't you swing by?” Maybe it’s time I find out who the hell I really am and why my husband feels like a stranger. “Send me the address.”

She pitied him, maybe — for living behind walls so high, he couldn’t even see what was outside anymore. She closed her sketchbook and whispered softly, “You don’t have to be alone forever, you know.” Of course, he didn’t hear her. But the night did. And though they slept in separate rooms again, both of them lay awake — haunted by the same thought: "Maybe being strangers was easier… but maybe, just maybe, something inside them didn’t want it to stay that way."