Novel & Cerita Five Total Strangers

KENNA I woke up alone the next morning to bright sunlight glaring at me and my body tangled between the sheets. Memories of what I did last night came crashing down on me like a heavy wave. I had sex with a stranger. And not only that, but he didn't use protection. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself in a murmur. I was incredibly careless last night. What if I got pregnant? No way, that couldn't happen. Not in a million years would it ever be possible for me to get pregnant from a one-night stand. I was just worried about nothing.

Elara said. The others immediately moved closer together. Elias stepped in front of her. The stranger finally crossed through the crack. A young man appeared. He looked no older than his twenties, with dark hair falling across his forehead and unusual silver eyes. His clothes were simple, almost ordinary, and there wasn't a single weapon visible on him. He looked around the room. Then he smiled. “So this is the fifth world.” Elara's eyes narrowed. “Who are you?” The stranger looked directly at her.

The stranger didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stared at the date beneath the photograph. SUBJECT FIVE — STATUS: ALIVE Eric's father frowned. "You said the original Genesis subjects were either terminated or disappeared." "Most were." The stranger's voice became quiet. "But Subject Five..." He swallowed. "...was never terminated." Lucas's heartbeat quickened. "Then where is he?" Hayes searched the file. "His current location is classified." "Of course." Eric's father looked toward the stranger. "Can you access it?"

"Seven." "Who are you?" The stranger smiled. "Wrong question." "Six." Alex backed away. The stranger never moved. "Five." Then Alex saw them. Across the street. Two men exiting a black SUV. Scanning faces. Searching. Hunting. His stomach dropped. "Four." Alex turned and ran. The stranger remained seated. Watching. A slight smile touched his lips. Then he removed a phone from his pocket. "He's moving." A pause. Then: "Good."

So Ethan lost interest in the other pieces, focusing instead on peeling grapes for Isabella and feeding them to her one by one. Until the host announced— "Our next piece is from emerging photographer Sophie Shaw, titled 'Dreams'!" The screen lit up again amid applause, but the next second, someone cried out in shock. "What the heck is that!"

I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained. I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself. Sean. After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore. [Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s something I need to say to you in person.]

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

"Why would I go with you? It's your fault." "It's your fault. You don't want to leave my mind. Aren't you tired yet? You've been running around in my head for months, Lily." "And you still really know me, right? Well sir, I still want to talk to you. But I am a very obedient child to my parents. They said, don't talk to strangers. So, bye I hope you won' Don't bug us here anymore. Thank you, good bye and have a nice day." * * *

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.