My Stranger Novels & Stories

Then a figure stepped into view. A man with silver at his temples. The Stranger. He looked exhausted. His coat was torn at the shoulder, and a dark stain spread across the front of his shirt. One hand was pressed against the wall as though he needed its support to remain standing. Raven hurried toward him. “What happened?” The Stranger lifted his head. For a moment, he seemed unable to recognize the room. Then his eyes settled on Raven. “You opened it.” Raven stopped. “Opened what?” “The room beneath the room.”

After two years of barely speaking to my husband, Nathan Holt, the last place I expect to see him is my cousin's dorm. It's freshman move-in day, and he's helping Camille Collett make her bed. Camille is my cousin's roommate. Her eyes crinkle at the corners whenever she smiles. She catches me looking at Nathan and immediately loops her arm through his. "Hi. This is my boyfriend. He was worried about me moving in by myself, so he took the day off to come with me." I think of the text Nathan sent me yesterday. "Business trip. Won't be home this week either." I smile and say nothing. Nathan turns around, and shock flashes across his face the moment he sees me. But he recovers almost ins

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

“We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ” If she chooses whom she would like to be with, there is no doubt that Shean will quickly choose the stranger. She turned to the walking testosterone, and before she could understand what was happening, she just felt he hold one of her arms and pulled her out of the bar. She did not felt the need to struggle. The touch of his hand on her seemed to ignite her intense desire to be confined to the long and strong arms of a stranger. It is fine with her wherever he takes her, as long as he holds her. She will come with him.

the stranger ignores her question and walks closer. Keira stares at him confusingly and laughs, “It's too late, I already did.” The man doesn't say anything, he just keeps staring at her. “Who are you? Are you a cop?” whispers the girl. “Do I look like one?” the stranger. “Do you know what will happen if you turn yourself in? You will spend the rest of your life in prison.” Keira gulps and wonders how a stranger knows about her crime and her decision. “Who are you?!” she shouts with a shaky voice.

“I’ll hold on to your words. Meet me tomorrow, Miss Stranger. Keep your promise to me.” “I-I will...” she stuttered. Then, he let go of her. For few moments, Eura’s brain was loading. She didn’t act immediately. She turned away and leave her Mr. Stranger. When she turned her back she never dare to look at him again. She’s afraid that she might run back to him as he saw his face. She wasn’t even sure why she’s acting weird. This is so foreign to her; felt like there’s something on him that kept on tugging her.

The strange turned to look at him, their eyes locking for the first time. Liam calmed himself. As a gay man, he had been eager to see this kind of man. The man in front of him is the man he is looking for! However, he himself tried to calm himself. He doesn’t want this man to get scared, and instead of helping him, he will run away. “Stay close and keep quiet,” the stranger said, his voice low and steady. Liam almost shivered with his voice. It was as if he wanted to hear it all the time. It was good in the ear and felt like the voice of the stranger was trying to lure him.

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.

Strangely, it had gone undetected, which made the situation troubling. The man’s expression remained impassive. His eyes indicated that his thoughts were wandering. Suddenly, he remembered something that oddly troubled him. The man immediately stood up and left his office. As he passed through the main area of his home, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa, intently watching the TV. Her face clearly showed she was deeply focused on something. Jaxter, who had initially intended to head to the company he had left for several days, briefly diverted his steps toward his wife, curious about what was capturing her attention. The guards who had been following him paused in the hallway. "What are you

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .