Love Is A Stranger Book Novels & Stories

1 year later . "Than give me the flowers." Asked the little girl whose cheeks blushed naturally stared at the boy of eleven years in disgust. "No. It's for my lover." The boy called Than's arrogant reply. "B-but Ola is your lover." The girl stared innocently at Than who was holding the sunflower. Than grinned a little "No. You're my wife." He said flatly. "W-wife?" Ola stared at Than, confused. Than nodded "Sort of like your Mommy and my Mommy they are a wife." Than said seriously.

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

“You reopen that book, and I’ll paint the city with your blood.” The stranger turned his head slightly, his eyes glowing a faint red. “Then try. But remember…if you spill my blood, you spill hers too.” Camela turned in Vincent's arms, tears streaming down her face and her throat sore. "Don't fight him! If you do…he'll kill what's growing inside me!" Her words cut deeper than the stranger’s. Vincent froze, his rage boiling inside him. The stranger’s smile grew wider. “Do you see? She gets it. The name is not just a name; it is hers. And the ink it was written with…” He turned the book slightly so they could see the faint stains between the charred edges. “…was red.” Blood.

"No, I'm just visiting. I'm thinking of applying here." The guy nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I think you'd love it here. We've got a great community, and there's always something to do." I smiled, feeling a sense of ease with this stranger. "Thanks for the advice. I'll definitely consider it." As I turned to leave, the guy called out, "Hey, wait!" I turned back, and he grinned at me. "I'm Jayden, by the way. And you are...?"

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.

“Every part of me. And I don’t regret it. But I’m still a woman, Kelvin. I still need love. Touch. Someone to hold me at night.” “They don’t see that,” he said in a tender tone. “No,” she replied. “They only see you. A stranger. A threat.” A message came from Jack. ~ 'Mom, I'm sorry. Where are you? Please come back home. Pamela has been crying and I missed you too.' Her heart split open. Jack was in pain. Pamela was crying. Loving Kelvin now seemed to cost her the love of her children. And choosing her children’s peace meant returning to the same old emptiness she had escaped.

My head swung quickly towards her. “W-What..?” “I said, do you love him?” She lifted her brows with her hands on her waist. I didn’t know what to say to Trina. As I remembered, I told him I love him. “Last night when we were together, I felt something special. I mean— usually when I'm with the other guys that I like, my heart beats really fast and it would make me nervous and conscious. I’ve always been flustered by the little acts of kindness. But last night with Liam, I felt comfortable. It's like my heartbeat was just peaceful, and I didn’t feel the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. It’s just, calmness that envelops me.”

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…"

"Papà! Puoi sentirci (*Dad! Can you hear us?)" "Dad!" "Dad! Dad! Can you hear us?" Isabella's voice quivered with desperation. ************ With a heavy heart, Isabella made her way to the doctor's office later that night, her face etched with sorrow. She wore an asymmetrical top and a checked-patterned skirt. The doctor, a gray-haired man in a white coat, sat behind a desk, idly tracing his fingers across its surface while stroking his beard with the other hand. He greeted Isabella with a courteous smile and gestured for her to take a seat.