Cast Of The Strangers: Chapter 1 Killers Novels & Stories

"You actually invited your enemies to your house? That's the ballsy-est shit I've ever seen." Malachai chuckled. He took my chin and turned my face to the left, to the table behind Vince. "You see those two guys... the ones in the matching purple tuxes," I nodded. "Those are the Scillianos." A small gasp escaped me. "The New Orleans Cosa Nostra. You're kidding?"

The few people that were inside passing me a glance. "I'm the victim here Zara" I said in a low voice. "I'm just saying. You don't know what the future might hold" Zara and I are completely different when it comes to opinion. My opinion and hers doesn't always match. To kill off the never ending conversation, I turned my focus back to my food.

She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

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.

"Remember, I'm a man from the dark world, killing a family is no problem for me!" "YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU'RE COMPLETELY INSANE! MY FAMILY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!" "My wife? My son? They're innocent too. Even I don't have a problem with you. So I remind you, you're playing with the wrong people." "ΚΑΤΑΚΑN WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW!" Chelsea still couldn't control herself. Shouting very loudly. "Have your subordinates contact Lucas and tell him, I'm dead."

the stranger said. Olivia’s heart dropped as the sound of heavy steps grew louder. “What do we do?” she whispered with her heart beating hardly. The stranger’s gaze hardens. “We have to face them.” The stranger’s words sent a jolt of fear in Olivia’s body. She grabs the edge of the couch. Face them? Against Victor’s trained assassins? It is impossible. “We can’t fight them,” she said in a trembling voice. “Not like this.” The stranger ignored her, standing from the couch. Blood coming out through the applied bandage. Their eyes looked around the room, searching for anything that could do as a weapon.

Her entire body began to shake and the stranger’s hand gripped her wrist tightly, silently keeping her still. The flashlight swept across the room and she shut her eyes, silently praying. Please! Please don’t let him find me. She heard the footsteps stop just a few feet from where they hid and her heart almost stopped. Just then, a sharp voice rang out from the corridor. “Security! Who’s in there?” The flashlight moved away and she heard the footsteps retreating fast. The killer was running away. Elena’s knees nearly gave out from relief and the stranger beside her moved immediately. “Come with me.”

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

Murphy, who reluctantly passed him the microphone, his reluctance tempered by a sense of obligation to give the stranger a platform. All eyes were fixed on the stage as the stranger accepted the mic, expressing his gratitude with a nod of his head. The spotlight illuminated his figure, emphasizing the gravity of the moment. The air became charged with anticipation as the crowd braced themselves for the imminent revelation that hung suspended in the atmosphere. With a deliberate turn, the stranger faced the audience, and three individuals in the crowd visibly recoiled in shock. It was no one but Viaan, Leo, and Kiara. Recognition dawned on their faces as they realized the identity of the man

Their boots were caked with the day’s mud, their cloaks hung by the fire to dry, everything about them screamed the daily beta routine, steady, unbroken nothing was suspicious. They looked up when I entered, surprised, but not fearful. Not like men who had slipped away into the night to poison someone and then watch by the woods. I stood frozen in the doorway, my throat tight, my chest aching. It wasn’t Darren. It wasn’t Elara. It wasn’t Marv. It wasn’t Kellen. Then who was it? The stranger’s words tore back through me, sharp as glass. ‘You think you know your enemies, but you don’t even know who your real enemies are.’