No Better Than Strangers Novels & Stories

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

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

After the Stranger had sent the last of his attacker injured and sprawling on to the floor with a super slamming punch, he turned and smiled coldly at the bald tattooed man with the revolver, who backed away in fright— till he bumped against the wall visibly shaking with fear. “You should’ve taken my earlier offer, go on take your crippled dogs and leave!” the Stranger ordered. He readily complied, as he tried to assist each of his fallen men, to stand up and hasten out of there; to be on their way, as soon as possible, as safely far away manageable, from the Stranger’s proximity! The group: crawled, limped and walked, with the assistance of each other and they left, as fast as they painfull

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace. His deep raspy voice heightened the feeling and I trembled as the waves of heat and light washed over me. His voice lingered in my mind. I couldn’t think straight but I was sure this was not because of the alcohol. I was captivated by him, craving only him. The stranger watched me as he removed his fingers and I arched my back from the sensation. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to complete, yet wanted me broken at the same time.

“This is my home. He stays because I want him here.” “And we want him gone!” Jack shouted. “Mom, can’t you see? Everyone is talking! Our friends. Our family. They laugh at us. They whisper about you and.. and this boy you picked up from the street!” “Shut up!” Clarita shouted back, feeling broken and disappointed. “He’s not from the street. He’s my man, not anyone’s boy. He is a good man! Why can’t you see that?” “Because he is not a man!” Jack yelled. “He is a child! He is younger than me! It’s sick! It’s wrong! And I will not stand for it in my family!”

Esther whispered to herself. “Are you alright?” the stranger asked softly. Esther’s throat tightened. She nodded quickly. “Yes. Thank you.” Her inner voice mocked her. You’re lying. You’re not alright. You’re drowning, and this man sees it. Don’t let him see more. Don’t let anyone see more. The stranger leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t belong here.” The words cut through her. Her smile faltered. “I don’t have a choice.”

The wooden stairs split in half. Terah wouldn't like the scenery she will saw if she ever open her eyes today. The man tried for the second time, but Zachary already anticipated the act, and before the sword landed on his body, he let out a mighty blow. The man landed on the wall. He shrieked in pain, attempted to stand. Zachary went for the kill. After a couple of minutes, the fight was done—the three of the unknown strangers. Zachary checked the three for any identities but found none. No tattoos. They were merely assassins sent by someone to kill his sleeping mate. Whoever wanted his mate dead was giving an excellent impression. Upon remembering the woman, he rushed to her room only to fi

There was a crack in his voice as Sofia turned to him. “Am i not a stranger too?” She asked Oscar is a soft tone and a smirk crept to the corner of his lips. “That’s different and you know it” He replied her. “How so?” Sofia was willing to push until he stood from next to her with a straight gait. “You were never a stranger to me” Oscar said and she could see the truth in his eyes for a second. Her cheeks were flustered pink and she blushed lightly. “You could apologize though, for what happened inside”