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“Okay, I’m sorry if I sound like I don’t believe you, but I saw with my own two eyes how close and happy they are together. They even had a small ‘scene’ inside the elevator, and the witnesses couldn’t shut up about it to their friends. They were so loud that eavesdropping on them was a breeze. Please, bro, just think about what I said, OK?” “Noted, Bren. I’ll take your suggestion under consideration,” the mysterious stranger huffed as he ended the phone call. It was his way of saying that he’ll completely ignore what he just heard. * * * Meanwhile, the couple mentioned by these two mysterious strangers were currently and happily spending their last few hours under the covers of the Beta’s b

However, something told her she wasn't capable of being a single mother. Val had no one to confide in except that one person. But she had no way of finding him. Everything was on the brink of crumbling until suddenly her phone rang. Cautious as to whom it was, Val took a while to pick up the call. However, what ensued wasn't in any way what she had ever expected. "Hello, Stranger" she couldn't believe that he was the one speaking, Val could make any other mistake but that didn't include mistaking his voice for any other person's. It was her stranger!

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

Together, we step forward to meet our uncertain future head-on, our bond stronger than ever in the face of adversity. The strangers, a group of four, are dressed in attire that's unfamiliar to our region. Their garments are adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at a culture vastly different from our own. As they approach, I notice the way their eyes dart around, assessing their surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution. “Good afternoon,” one of them says, stepping forward with an air of authority. His voice is smooth, his words accented with a cadence that's foreign to my ears. “I am Alaric, and these are my companions. We come seeking shelter and assistance.”

Aysel gasped, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets the instant she felt herself being flung over a well-built and firm body. 'What the fuck is this bastard doing?!' Aysel yelled in her head. She had the urge to scream for help before she got abducted by him but she didn't want to be seen unclothed by more people so she remained quiet, silently hoping for a miracle to occur. The old man blocked the stranger's path before he could leave, only to be heartlessly kicked on his tummy by the stranger's latest collection of corporate shoes, sending him flying till his back hit the walls of the hallway roughly. A scream erupted in the hallway as the old man whined in pain, clutching his achin

Recognition settled quietly on his expression as his gaze flicked once across her own cart. Fuel stabilizer. Freeze-dried food. Heavy-duty batteries. Neither of them spoke. A crash suddenly echoed near the checkout lanes. People jumped hard enough to rattle entire shelves. Two men were shouting over a boxed generator while employees rushed toward them nervously. “Bullshit, I grabbed it first!” “You walked away from it!” No one intervened. Even now, people understand that helping strangers comes with a risk. The stranger beside her looked toward the overhead televisions as another emergency alert interrupted the Seattle footage.

“Maybe you’ll survive this after all.” Before she could respond, a loud crash sound comes through the room. The sound of breaking wood and shouting voices. “Looks like our time’s up,” the stranger said, releasing her and stepping back. The door burst open, and a group of Victor’s men stormed in, weapons in their hands. The stranger cursed under their breath. “Guess we’ll have to finish this another time,” he said, flashing Olivia a light smile. With a swift motion, stranger threw a smoke grenade to the floor which fills the room with a choking mist. Olivia coughed; her vision was blurring as smoke erupted around her.

The fifth thug tried to run, but the stranger was too quick, his foot connecting with a kick that sent the thug crashing to the ground, his screams echoing off the walls. By the time the stranger was done, the thugs lay scattered around him, their bodies broken and battered, their screams fading into whimpers.Lucia watched in horror, her mind paralyzed with fear. When the stranger finally turned to face her, Lucia had vanished into thin air.She had decided to ran away before the stranger could turn his attention to her. She finally found a way out of the alley as her feet pounded the pavement.She emerged into the fish market, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and collided with one of the st

"There are... five of them." ***

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."