Into The Arms Of A Stranger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

I didn't even think, I dropped the shopping bags on the floor. I ran into his arms.

--- **Hetes Club** I stumbled into the nearby club, drenched in sweat, each step feeling heavier. Maybe I could hide here for a while, plan my next move once I regained my strength. But as my body gave way, I fell, not onto the floor, but into the arms of a stranger. His grip was strong, steady. “Going somewhere, baby?”

I then sat down, still keeping my guard up, and gestured for them to speak. The stranger began to speak, their voice trembling with fear. They told us that they had been cast out of their pack, and that they were seeking a new home. They told us of their journey, of the dangers they had faced and the hardships they had overcome. We listened, our hearts softening as we heard their tale. When they had finished, I asked them if they wished to join our pack. They looked at me, their eyes filled with hope. "Yes," they said, "more than anything."

The cacophony of voices, the scents of street food, and the constant ebb and flow of the crowd assaulted my senses, further disorienting me. Just as despair began to claw its way into my heart, a chilling sensation gripped my arm. A cold hand, like an icy vice, clasped tightly around my flesh. Startled, I turned, my eyes widening as I came face to face with a stranger. I acted normal although starled and alarmed. "what does he want?".

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

Arms locked tight, pulling me close, as though everything steady depends on this hold. A whisper brushes through the strands of my hair. Something true begins there, he says so softly it almost fades. Breathing slows as his pulse fills my ears, a rhythm paired with the fire’s soft snap. This stranger’s hold feels like returning - though walls are unfamiliar, though names still hang unlearned. Belonging settles deep, quiet, without reason. ---

Her arms snaked around my waist as she rested her head on my chest. And it felt so natural—like we’d been doing this for a long time, like she really belonged in my arms. “You shouldn’t be trusting strangers,” I warned her, but in all honesty, I was telling myself that as well. “You might be a stranger, but I know you’re not a bad person…” “What do you mean?”

“I just need to…” Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my arm. I looked down to see a needle. The stranger’s face changed—gone was the warmth, replaced by something hard and cold. “Sorry, Antalya,” he whispered, “but you’re coming with me.” Panic exploded in my chest. “What are you—” But the world went black before I could finish.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger