Nine Perfect Strangers Ending Novels & Stories

"I have something urgent. I'll come see you tonight. You're out of danger now. Let's leave the past in the past." In my head I almost laughed. “Yes. Let's leave all of it in the past.” Not long after he left, an Instagram notification lit up my phone. Sheila had tagged me in a video. She was in a nearly transparent white dress, kissing Julian at a pool party. So that was the urgent business. Watching it, I felt nothing. They could have been strangers. I opened a voice recorder and called every man who had been in those photos with Sheila. One by one, I got each of them on the record confirming the photos were real, and confirming the woman in them was Sheila.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

“And get this. After she got out of the hospital, she went to look for Joseph. No one knows what happened, but she lost it, stabbing him over a dozen times with a scalpel. “Joseph is now in a coma. They say he’s brain-dead. And Annie has been declared mentally unstable. She’s been committed to a facility.” My hand froze mid-air, still holding my coffee. It was a brutal ending. No matter what had happened between us, I’d never wished for her to fall this far. “She says your name a lot,” he added gently. “Maybe you should visit?” “No,” I said quietly, putting down the cup. “She and I ended long ago.” After the conference, I hesitated for a long time before finally pulling out my phone. I scrol

I stayed quiet, holding the line with nothing but expectation. “…Right,” I said eventually, though there was resistance buried in it. “If that’s how you want it.” “It is,” Mike replied, without hesitation. Another beat of silence passed, thinner now, as something stretched too far. “Okay,” I muttered. Mike nodded to himself. “Good.” There was nothing left to say. No goodbye, no attempt to soften it. I pulled the phone away and ended the call, the screen going dark in his hand. For a second, I just stood there, listening to the faint hum of the world around me, the distant sound of a car passing, the whisper of wind along the pavement.

Caleb nodded and led me to the car. - Dinner that night was with both our families. Mom smiled with relief when she saw me and Caleb enter. Then she told me that Dad refused to divorce, so she had already filed through the courts. After dinner, Caleb drove me home. From a distance, I spotted someone familiar standing at the doorway. Hearing the car, Hayden turned. When he saw Caleb in the driver's seat, a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes. The moment I stepped out, Hayden came forward and handed me a box.

Nine years since that wedding and since my father stood on those church steps and told the entire world I'd lost my mind, and somehow that lie had followed me all the way here, waiting patiently for exactly this moment to strike? I knew instantly who was behind it. Only one man in the world still had access to those old records and still had enough motive and enough money to weaponize them nine years later. Dorian. Outside, sirens started up somewhere down the block, growing louder, closer, red and blue light beginning to bleed faintly through the gap in my curtains. Kelly burrowed deeper against my chest, her small body trembling now, her breathing coming in short, frightened gasps that wor

He glared at me, so I acted to cover my mouth. Noah handed the shopping bags he was holding to a security guard. Finally, we're going home. I can no longer hide like a criminal. Crystal, Criminal I can't. "We're going home after I buy a smoothie." He said then swiftly passed me and walked away. "What? Is this the right time for a smoothie?" I'm convinced that Noah and Blade are really good friends. "Hurry up so we can go home!" I let the air out of my nose, then sped away in his direction. “I can’t believe you have the appetite to drink a smoothie when I’m struggling to hide.”

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."

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

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"