Five Total Strangers Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

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.

the driver shouted. "I'm really sorry," said Sofa Boy, and handed over a five hundred peso bill. Then the taxi left and the two of us left. I watched the back of the taxi leave. Have a fight? Have a sweetheart? who? And work! I faced Sofa Boy. "What is your problem?" "Pay," he said. "Huh?" He took some money and handed it to me. I don't get the situation. Why would he give me four thousand? Is it obvious from my face that I need money? Even strangers give me money?

The recognition brought a smile to my face as I seized the night in hedonistic passion. In the blink of an eye, we'd arrived at someone's home. I assumed the driver. With no more than a light in the kitchen to cast a glow in the living room, both men set out to devour me. It quickly became evident, this was not a first. They worked in tandem, one in front, the other behind. Oddly, there was nothing rough or awkward about any of it. The straps fell from my shoulders as Right nipped kisses on my neck. My breasts were completely exposed when the dress fell to my waist where Left had his hands on my thighs, raising my skirt to explore beneath my thong.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.