Five Total Strangers Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

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.

Instead— A shadow appeared inside the falling dust. Then another. Then hundreds more. Unlike the faceless shadows Adrian had seen before... These wore broken masks. Each mask carried a different expression. Joy. Fear. Anger. Sorrow. Hope. Every emotion humanity had ever known. Yet beneath every mask... There was only darkness. The Stranger whispered, "They are the Forgotten Readers." "They once protected stories." "What happened to them?" The First Reader answered quietly. "They chose certainty..." "...instead of truth."

Ashley’s patience shattered. “People are dying because of these secrets!” Her voice echoed between the containers. “My parents died.” “Dominic’s men died.” “Someone just shot him trying to protect me.” “So stop hiding behind that mask and tell me the truth!” For the first time, the stranger’s shoulders dropped slightly. As though the weight of five years had suddenly become too heavy to carry. Another bullet struck the container beside them. Clang! The stranger ignored it. Slowly He reached up. Ashley held her breath.

It was pointless. Midway through trying, the door opened, and my eyes met his. Callum paused, staring at me with a seemingly confused expression on his face. His eyes still spoke the same, cold language they always did. He kept his eyes fixated on my thighs, staring intensely. Gosh, this is awkward. I hurriedly shifted my legs to the side, trying my best to block his view and hide my wound. There was no way I was just going to sit there and let him stare at me like that. Plus, why would he want to stare at a bloody bandaged, infected thigh?

Daniels gave her permission. Claire Nielsen is the golden girl in the picture, just like Joseph McAllister, she loves history and loves investigating a mystery. "According to you Mr. Daniels, they were twenty five in number and no one was able to inform the cops if they we're actually or should I say presumably murdered? Well my main question is, if it's true that they were murdered then by who or what? I can't just believe one or two or even three men could kill twenty five all at once and still yet, was able to get rid of their bodies and the bus." Claire commented and Mr. Daniels stopped to think.

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

‎Ryo..... ‎ ‎Thank God you are awake, a stranger's voice reach my ear's as soon as I woke up. ‎ ‎I knew I couldn't be David voice, I knew that instantly, even though my head was pounding and my thoughts were slow and heavy. David voice was familiar, safe in a way that had nothing to do with comfort. ‎This voice was slow and steady like some one who is supposed to be here. ‎ ‎My heart jumped hard in chest.