No Better Than Strangers Novels & Stories

“I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “strangers” Arissa replied with a cynical tone in her voice. “Nope… nope…” He shook his head and smile amusedly. “My families are strangers for you. My girlfriends. My best buddies are strangers to you because you don’t know them before and you have no idea who they are. The same thing goes with you. Your family, let’s say… how if your mother or father visit you someday and you’re not at home? Will I open the door for them?” “Of course not… isn’t it?”

Is that even possible? “What? What do you mean Doctor? How is that even possible? I only have one son,” Mr. James Queen voiced out immediately. “Yeah, what rubbish results is this? How does the stranger have a better match to my father than myself? I am sure you must have mixed things up back in the lab.” Jimmy two yelled.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

For her sister, Beth requested, “Sister, please calm down. This won’t work. Someone is at least, helping us.” “BY STRANGERS!!” yelled the girl at her, frightening the little soul. The little sister trembled at this as mist covered her eyes. She picked up her strength, “But, at least, they are better than the man who tried to hurt you. They are nice people, don’t you think?” “NICE ONLY FOR ONCE?” insulted the girl amid tears, “They will do what they like and then leave us….throwing us away in the street… again...” she burst into tears.

He started, trying to make his voice loud. I was barely able to hear him due to the loud music and cheering audience. “Thank you, to whatever you said.” I said also trying to make myself loud. He laughed. “Can I get your number?” He asked as he brought out his phone. “I don't give out my number to strangers.” I replied. “Please, pretty.” He added, smiling He looked like he wasn't going to give up until I gave it to him and I had no option than to. “Thank you," he said. I’m Romeo.”

“You need it more than I do.” I blinked, surprised. “You don’t even know us.” Her gaze flicked to Luca, then to Alina, who was clinging sleepily to my leg. “I don’t need to. Kindness doesn’t ask for names.” Something in my chest tightened. “Thank you,” I whispered. She nodded, then leaned closer. “Be careful, hija. Strangers came down from the road last night. Armed men. They were asking questions.” Luca stiffened beside me. “What kind of questions?”

I pressed the accelerator down completely and the Land Cruiser surged forward into the deepening evening and the road ran straight ahead of us toward a town neither of us had ever heard of before two minutes ago, where a man named Coleman was unlocking his door and turning on his lights and waiting for two women he didn’t know, because someone who loved Amaya had asked him to. The kindness of strangers.The absolute, extraordinary, unearned kindness of strangers. I felt it move through me like something warm and I did not cry because I needed my eyes clear and my hands steady, but I noted it, filed it somewhere important, promised myself I would feel it fully later when later was available.

“Don’t be a stranger.” “I’ll call you when we get back from wherever.” North nodded, stepping back as he watched Axl and Aspen say goodbye to his mother and new stepfather. He lifted his hand and waved as the large SUV rolled down the driveway. As the gates opened, cameras flashed beyond the iron bars, the sound sharp and intrusive. North exhaled heavily. Axl hated the public spectacle—the way strangers consumed fragments of his life like gossip. North knew from experience he wouldn’t hear from him again for weeks, maybe longer.

** **Sophia: WHERE ARE YOU? I silence my phone. Shove it back in my purse. “Friend?” the stranger asks. “The kind who’s going to say ‘I told you so’ tomorrow.” “The best kind.” He shifts, his knee brushing mine. Neither of us moves away. “Was she right?” “Annoyingly.” “They usually are.” He drains his glass. Signals for another round. The bartender hesitates, glancing at me. “We’re fine,” I say. Are we? I don’t know. Don’t care.