Five Total Strangers Novels & Stories

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

“I—” Before she could finish, he crossed the room in a single, silent stride. He stopped just in front of her, looming so close she had to tilt her head back to meet his piercing gaze. “Don’t you dare claim to get along with my family,” he whispered. “You are nothing but a stranger to them.” His words sent a sharp sting to Anna’s chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. They seemed stuck in her throat. He leaned closer, his body pressing against hers, his lips close to her ear.

Didn't you come all this way just to see Natalia? You're just waiting here, like a stranger. Sebastian stared into the distance, took another deep pull from his cigarette and gave a slow nod, because that's what Natalia wanted me to be. A stranger. She made me promise her we would never see each other again, alive or dead. And I have to keep my word. Those loaded words hung in the air, echoing an unspeakable ache. Caleb fell silent. He felt the crushing weight of that promise. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

He turns the tablet toward us. The first video begins playing. The stranger stands across the street, watching us. The timestamp matches exactly. The officer switches to another camera from a different angle. The stranger walks behind a delivery truck, then, nothing. He never comes out the other side. I frown. “Replay it.” The officer does again. The stranger appears clearly. Then disappears the instant the truck blocks the camera. The third camera shows the same moment, no stranger. The fourth, nothing. The fifth, nothing.

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

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.

The harsh white lights outside the emergency room were blinding. Layla Wagner grabbed my delivery uniform by the collar and yanked hard. With a sharp rip, the fabric tore open. Her pointed nails raked across my neck, leaving three stinging cuts. "It's him! This broke delivery guy smashed my Porsche and tried to steal my Hermès bag!" she shrieked, shoving her phone right at my face as she recorded. The patients and their families in the area quickly closed in on us. Several security guards rushed over, wrenched my arms behind my back, and slammed me against the wall, holding me there.

I clicked the shutter too forcefully. The sound made him glance my way. He looked directly at me—and smiled politely. A tight, impersonal smile. The kind you give to strangers. Of course he didn’t recognise me. Not with this face—a stranger’s face, reshaped by surgeons after the accident had stolen everything. “You, okay?” someone asked. " Yeah,” I lied. “Just light-headed.”, I blinked. Tom, my colleague, handed me a glass of water. “Here. You look pale. Take this , it will help .” Tom spoke while he handed a glass of water

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”