Greeting You Strangely Novels & Stories

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

I was not expecting him to greet me and so I was caught by surprise when he did. 'It's just a greeting, girl. Come on?’ I hype myself up in my head. But before I could gather my wits, the elevator doors opened. The stranger smiled and nodded, then turned to exit the elevator. Gosh! I feel so stupid right now! I screamed internally feeling like punching myself in the gut.

Maybe there is still a chance for her not to go, she has not yet entered the room and seen the sponsor. She stepped back and was about to turn around when the door suddenly opened, she was exposed to a man who was tall, with a medium thickness of eyebrows, a sharp nose, and to add his mustache that added to his masculinity, the scent of his cologne that even maybe a few kilometers away can still smell. Inevitably, a mat would close Danica's eyes when the watch he was wearing flashed due to the light.

Jena's loud shout this morning made him even more annoyed. "Crazy Aioraaaaaa!" Jena said gasping as she ran from the elevator to Aiora's apartment. Aiora turned to look at Jena annoyed "You say I'm crazy?" The protest was not accepted. Jena is surprised why Aiora is so sensitive if she lacks male caresses? He thought randomly. "Not stupid. But Nakita's nasty video with three men at the same time spread on social media this morning." Obviously Jena was annoyed as she showed an article to Aiora on her cellphone screen.

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.

Gross. There’s a lot of people at the park today, grown-ups too. I like watching them talk and laugh, but there’s something different here. Something I don’t understand. It feels strange, like a tingle in my tummy. Some of these people, they’re not like the other people I see. They look like normal people, but they don’t feel normal. They feel… mysto- mysty- what is that word? They feel like secret.