Five Total Strangers Novels & Stories

My bones. She smiled. Staring down the hall, she saw the apartments. Five on each floor. Five floors, five doors. The secrets of . . . wait, five times five equals . . . twenty-five . . . twenty-five strangers, maybe more, in this whole building, all opening with a simple knock. So many secrets, so many lives, so many mistakes. So much to learn.

"Walk away." The stranger didn't stop. "You're trespassing," the stranger said. "This is Sutton territory." The thug with the knife hesitated. "We have orders from Valenti. The girl is collateral." "Your orders are old," the stranger said. "Valenti sold the debt to me this morning." "Bullshit," the thug spat. "I'm taking her." The stranger moved. He was fast. He caught the thug’s wrist, snapping the bone with a loud crack. The knife fell to the ground. The thug screamed, but the sound cut off as the stranger punched him in the stomach. The man folded and dropped to his knees.

My voice sank back into my lungs as the masked stranger shifted in the seat. The stranger’s wet hoodie soaked the seats as his gaze lingered on me for a moment before dropping briefly to the dead man beside us. Then back to me, like he was deciding whether I lived or died. His eyes held an unreadable expression, something dangerous flashing beneath them as he watched my movements. I couldn’t see his face; he was wearing a mask that covered every feature, only the strange color of his eyes staring back at me, lingering a bit too long downward. Something like amusement crossed his gaze.

He knelt down beside the stranger, his jaw hanging open in complete shock. "Jesus..." Caleb whispered, his voice trembling. "He... he looks just like us. Noah... how is this possible? There were four of us. Mom said there were only four!" "William lied," Julian rasped out, his hands still holding the stranger's wrists firmly against the floor. "He didn't just separate four boys. He hid a fifth one to act as his personal shadow." Noah sat up slowly, rubbing his sore ribs with a grimace. He leaned closer to the fifth brother, looking down at the scarred face.

“Making you fix what you broke.” The pressure between us snapped suddenly— Like an invisible thread tightening. Pain shot through my chest. I gasped. The stranger flinched at the exact same moment. Our eyes widened simultaneously. The connection vanished just as quickly. But the echo of it remained. Sharp. Burning. Impossible. Caelum looked between us, alarm flashing across his face. “No,” he said under his breath. I stared at the stranger. “What was that?” For the first time since arriving He looked unsettled.

,the smell of rain and expensive cologne on his skin before we fell into that hotel room My whole body went completely cold. It was him. The stranger I had slept with that night. The man I thought I would never lay eyes on again for the rest of my life. He wasn't just a stranger who had bumped into me at the door this morning. He was the man from the pub.He was the father of my child *The father of the baby growing inside me.* Before my racing heart could even process it, the click of heels echoed down the hallway. "Darling!"

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)

From the second doorway emerged a broad-shouldered warrior with dark skin and a beard braided with iron rings. The third... An elderly man leaning on a carved spear. The fourth... A young woman with amber eyes that seemed to glow from within. The fifth... A boy who couldn't have been older than sixteen. The sixth doorway remained shrouded in darkness. None of the five strangers spoke. Instead… They looked directly at Savannah. Lucas forgot to breathe. "The Wardens..." Elias slowly dropped to one knee. "I thought they were only legends." One after another, the strangers lowered their heads, not to Mason.