Cast Of The Strangers: Chapter 1 Killers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought

He lowered his hands when he felt the ropes in his legs untied. "Uncle." The little girl stared innocently at the man she recognized, staring at him unreadable. The man called the uncle took his lap by the little girl he loved so much, leaving the room that smelled fishy. The little girl wrapped her tiny hands around the man's neck, staring illegally at the man who had killed her parents lying covered in blood on his head and chest. Without his uncle knowing it. He waved his hand at his parents who were lying stiff. 1 year later ..

Marcos provoked Steven while yelling but was unable to finish his statement. "Trust?" Don Steven slammed his palm on the desk, startling the stranger. "How can I trust you when you meet up with some random stranger and plot my murder?" Don Steven rose to his feet. He yelled loud enough to wake a newborn baby. "Oops," the stranger said quietly. "I believe I must depart." The stranger now interrupts as he prepares to leave the office. "You are not permitted to leave! Stop "Don Steven's bloodshot eyes met the stranger's. "Ha...." The ground is trembling violently.

The weight of betrayal hung in the air as I awaited Abigail's response. Abigail's eyes met mine, and her struggle against the initial strangers momentarily halted. "No, I didn't bring them here. I don't know who they are," she asserted, her voice strained yet genuine. The desperation in her eyes mirrored my own sense of confusion. The strangers remained silent, their faces obscured by masks and shadows. The air crackled with tension as I searched for answers in their stoic expressions. Abigail and I found ourselves unwilling captives, caught in the crossfire of enigmatic forces converging in the small confines of the hut.

There was nothing to say that wouldn't sound small against what he'd just seen. --- Damien felt the room tilt. Marcus covered his face with one trembling hand. "I told them not to do it." His words were almost inaudible. "They didn't listen." Damien rounded on him. "Who?" Marcus lowered his hand. His eyes were wet. "The six families." --- Every monitor flickered violently. The camera feed distorted. The stranger looked directly into the lens. "You're almost ready." "For what?" Damien demanded. The stranger smiled sadly. "To decide whether the Sterling family deserves to survive."

If there were ten, where was the last one? I spotted the shadow too late. I spun around and met the last one holding a knife. There was no way I could avoid it from this close. I braced for the impact, except it didn't happen. Looking up, confusion rose when I saw them. The Stranger was fighting the last thug. He pulled the thug away until they rolled away on the street struggling for dominance. My heart flew to my throat as the knife entered his shoulder. It didn't seem to faze the Stranger however as he placed the gun directly against the man's chest. Three gunshots and, and then…silence.

Even injured and feverish, I can’t help but notice how devastatingly handsome he is—strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and an air of dangerous authority that makes the warriors step back in obvious terror. Denzel goes pale. “We were just—” The stranger moves faster than my eyes can follow. One moment Denzel is talking, and the next his head is rolling across the forest floor. “Who’s next?” the man asks coldly. Henrik tries to run. He makes it three steps before the stranger catches him, snapping his neck with casual efficiency. I flinch. Kane is backing away, his face white with terror. “Please, I was just following orders—”