No Better Than Strangers Novels & Stories

What the hell was this uncle telling him to dance with strangers. "But uncle I'm waiting for Daddy .." Aiora's words were interrupted because Ellthan held out his hand. "Dance with me miss?" Ellthan stretched out his hand to look deeply at Aiora. Aiora swallowed his saliva. Damn why Ellthan is so handsome. As if bewitched by Aiora, she welcomes Ellthan's big hand.

She shrugged and I shook my head. "You won't understand, mum. And just so you know, my roommates in my second and third year respectively were something else. One was a noisemaker, playing music in high volume and the other was a home goer. Like. . .he went home every weekend like his life depended on it." I shook my head again. "And what's so bad about that? Do you think everyone is like you that avoids home like a plague? Tell me, why exactly do you stay away from home?"

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

the stranger replied The doors opened Cold air rushed in Different from before Sharper Heavier Not forest anymore Something else Kai looked outside And froze. It wasn’t a road It wasn’t a safe place It was another facility Bigger Darker Hidden Lights low Guards everywhere Not like before These ones didn’t look confused Didn’t look rushed They looked ready Prepared Waiting Kai’s stomach dropped “No…” he whispered “No, no, no…” “This is not safe,” he said, turning back. “You said—” “I said what I needed to say,” the stranger cut in Kai shook his head “You’re taking him back.” “No” “Then what is this?!” The stranger stepped out of the vehicle Then looked back at him Eyes sharp “This is where th

You have disconnected. "Freak." I said to myself. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like Gage Stockholm Stranger: I'm a huge fan of 1D!! Me: same :) Stranger: they're like the best ryt? Me: yes they are. You have disconnected. I sigh. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like art and New York Me: Are you Gage? Stranger: I'm Nelly. Who's Gage?

I had been filled with fear. However, this time, the corners of my lips curled up in a cold smirk. When Raymond saw my expression, he could not help but feel puzzled. Soon, we heard the sounds of quick footsteps closing in. Several people ran to the park. They were all dressed in black, and they wore caps and face masks. They almost blended into the night. The man in the lead rushed forward. He yanked Raymond off me and immediately threw a punch at him.

Around us, the bar started filling in with stragglers—locals, a couple arguing over fish tacos, a woman with glitter in her hair and no shoes dancing alone near the jukebox. A new song started playing. Old. Scratchy. Something bluesy and aching. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. “I bet you grew up around places like this,” I said without looking at him. “Not really,” he replied. “Where then?” He shrugged. “Everywhere and nowhere.” I cracked an eye open. “That’s not vague at all.” “I didn’t say I’d give you the truth,” he said with a slow smile. “You’re the one who said we’re strangers.”

Glancing back at me constantly to make sure I was still there. He had not introduced me to anyone and I was grateful for that. I did not know what I would say. How I would explain who I was or why I was here. But the people were nice. They smiled at me and offered me food and did not treat me like a stranger even though I clearly was one. It was so different from Blackwood. In Blackwood, strangers were threats. Outsiders were dangerous. Everyone watched everyone else and waited for someone to make a mistake so they could report it and maybe get a reward.

How pace aligned without instruction. Midday brought heat. The wind turned dry. They paused beneath a lone tree for shade. It was small. Its branches thin. But it offered enough cover to soften the glare. You do not ask questions. The stranger’s voice broke the quiet. She leaned back against the trunk. Some answers are not ready yet. The stranger studied the horizon. And if they never are. Then they were not needed. A faint smile crossed their face. You are certain. No. But I am steady.

Just then, I stepped outside with Noelle for a breath of fresh air. Jennifer's eyes locked onto me, and her simmering hatred boiled over. She charged over, trapping me in a secluded corner of the gazebo. "Oh, Cedric, you've outdone yourself." Her glare was unrelenting, her words laced with venom. "You've even got the old man fooled? What have you done to bewitch them? Or maybe..." Her eyes locked onto Noelle with venomous intent. "So, you're the little imposter, huh? Did you steal my DNA and have some surrogate cook up a kid to fake being a Shaw?"