Five Total Strangers Novels & Stories

Moreover, in his story, they came from a fairly large country although he did not clearly know where that country was. "No need." Arthur took a breath. "As long as they don't interfere with our lives, we don't need to know where they come from. Because sometimes, we don't know how hard they've covered up their previous lives and how hard they've tried to be who they are now. We work with them professionally, no need to know their background. You remember, Floyd taught me that." Wilson heard that and nodded quickly. Yes, they could be close, but for starters it was better to be safe.

Triple J grabbed the entire bottle from the counter and began to empty its contents in his stomach like it was water. He was so angry and he knew the only way of getting rid of it was by drinking alcohol. How could his parents choose a total stranger over him? Someone they had only known for two months? Fine, he was their son… but so? That changes nothing. He still isn’t a part of the family and he shouldn’t be let in, he doesn’t even want to be a part of it.

claws, and fangs. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, and the sound of screams and snarls filled the air. Our pack's warriors fought valiantly, taking down the masked strangers one by one. But the strangers seemed endless, and they kept coming at us with a ferocity that was both impressive and terrifying. Despite being outnumbered, our warriors held their ground, fighting with every ounce of strength they had. I saw one of our warriors, a young woman named Akira, take down three strangers with swift kicks and slashes of her claws. Another warrior, named Thane, used his massive strength to overpower several strangers, sending them flying across the battlefield. As the fight

Karen - Latton's nurse Boris - Russian Cartel Igor - One of Boris' men Sarah - Maid in the Ripley Manor Thanks for supporting Hey, Stranger!

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

Warm brown rimmed beautiful blue eyes with dark lashes that lined them, making them stand out. Then he was gone. They were all gone. I tried to recall his face but couldn't find it. I realized that I had stopped talking in my discovery of my stranger. I looked up at Veda who was attentively gazing at me. “Sorry, I did it again, didn't I?” I asked anxiously. “Yeah, what was it this time?” “I've never seen the stranger before.” “Yeah, you said that. You said, 'All of my life, I have seen Laylan, Artimous, Greagan and Ivy but never the stranger.'” Veda recited back to me.

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.

a voice piped up as Stripes squeezed against me in an attempt to see the cause of the commotion “why are so many people looking at one woman?” “The Base is becoming childless” one of the strangers spoke without looking at us “Hemlock ordered it just now or something. They strangled one right in front of us too.” “Bastards” the other stranger breathed. “We shouldn’t stick around to watch this” Stripes grimaced and leant away from the railing “we should be laying low.” “You mean you should be” I corrected while more children and babies were thrown onto the growing pile “but maybe we should find Torch as well. You both are only children as well; you should get out of here while you can.”

Immediately Sofia lifted her gaze, she recognized him. “What is that…Who is that?” Annie threw a longing stare at the stranger and Sofia chuckled. “It’s Matthew,” She said. “One of Theo’s bandmates” And the only reason a smile crept up to her lips was because she needed this, she needed a friend. She needed Theo.