No Better Than Strangers Novels & Stories

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

“Why would you get the police involved just so to get me to talk? Do you think I would talk if I don’t want to, even if the police are involved? That’s a very dumb suggestion. I don’t like talking to strangers.” “The same stranger that damned all consequences and every risk to get you safe. A stranger helped a stranger out of danger and the stranger turns out to seem ungrateful. I have no intentions of putting you at more risk. But if you think I’m putting you into more risks by wanting to know you and how to help you better. Then, I’m sorry. I don’t have such intentions.” Noah picked up an old magazine, started going through the headlines, and sipping his coffee at intervals.

He whispered, "You won't get hurt again. I won't let that happen again. I'm sorry..." His voice was full of concern and emotion. I know Esther can see this and I'm not sure if she is also confused by Ross' behavior now like me. Actually, I wanted to know so instead of responding Ross, I pulled back from him and wiped my tears. I faced Esther and she was also looking straight at me. Time over, her stare was interrupted when Alpha Liam asked, "There is something strange about your warriors, Travis told me. Are you sure there are no traitors in your pack?" Esther smirked as she said, "They let their Alpha face about ten wolves attacking him and not one of them bothered to help. You're good at r

He had enough people in his life to talk to, he didn’t need another one. “Talked to who?” The fourth member of their group arrived taking the seat beside Declan. Mason looked over at Jonathon and sighed. He would have to recite the whole story again, hopefully without interruption this time. “Okay, I’m only going to say this once so listen up and no interrupting.” He waited for their nods. They were used to his quirks, which was why they were still his friends and the only people he socialized with. “I have a new neighbor, her name is Lisa. She works at night, well, I assume she’s working. The gist of it is that she is a nocturnalist, like me—” He shot Declan a narrow glare when he opened hi

sounding not unlike his best friend. Jaxter nodded slowly. That made Hayle curl her lips. Didn't expect that now their lives were completely upside down. But this is life isn't it? If it only walked on a flat path, it would be boring. Who would have thought, the man whose life from birth was full of fun, now had to struggle, hiding with his lover.

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

LYDIA POV “We are not strangers,” the girl said immediately. I blinked. She had walked into my hospital room with her brother, both of them staring at me like I had just personally offended them. I looked between the two of them. “Okay.” she continued, pointing at herself with the confidence of someone presenting evidence in court. “According to Oxford’s dictionary definition, a stranger is a person you do not know. And technically, we are no strangers to you, you know? We’ve been around you for at least twelve hours, and you know our names, right?”

“Yes.” Then say it. They studied me for a long second. You don’t belong here, they said.I didn’t react. You don’t belong with them, they continued.You don’t belong in the life you’re trying to rebuild. That almost made me laugh. Then where do I belong? I asked. The stranger’s expression shifted slightly. “Not yet,” they said. Ronan exhaled quietly beside me.They’re not here to explain, he said. “No,” they're here to provoke, I added. The stranger’s smile widened. They stepped back and just like before, the wolves behind them moved with them.

" Chivalry?? Why? You are today's women who believe in equal rights and we don't have a problem with that, then why do you expect chivalry from us?? " " You are a very irritating man. " She started moving inside the building carrying all those bags. " Exactly!! Always keep that in your mind and never bother me again." I said. " Listen, I don't care what you think... I am sweet, I help even strangers, here we are at least neighbours. " " I don't give or take help... Good day. Please keep away from me. " I knew, I was getting irritated and was being annoyed with the girl but I was already sick of the girls and their attitude.

But I know he is going to leave. But I don't want him to. Is it bad? It's good to have someone around and only want him around. What the fuck does it even mean? 'Strangers Killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on I, I, oh I Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzz-cut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you and I need you now Yeah, I, I, oh I, yeah'