See A Dark Stranger Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am a good distance away from home, and I am with a stranger. "Are you okay, Clara?" he asks me with a confused look on his face. The last thing I see is the stranger shaking me to wake up and the terrified look in his eyes before everything goes black and silent.

I also have the urge now to see him again. Bruises or not, I still want to see him... That stranger. ~ It was already dark when I made my way home. The sun was already setting as I do so. Streetlights are already on and guide the other passersby like me. I mostly enjoyed walking around the streets of my neighborhood on my way home from school but now, my appreciation of the view was out of my vision when my eyes zeroed on a certain someone standing by the pavement. He seems to be waiting for me by the entrance of the neighborhood where we are living, leaning on one of the street posts, facing me.

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

One night, the stranger finally made his move. The club was closing, the last of the patrons filtering out, when the lights flickered again. This time, they didn’t come back on. “Zara,” Ryker called, his voice sharp. “I’m here,” I said, stepping into the main room. The stranger stood in the center of the club, his silver eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. “Zara,” he said, his voice smooth and chilling. “Do you know who you are?” My breath caught. “What do you want?”

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

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.

Do it, and there's 7500 bucks in it for you. The chat logs laid out his whole scheme: how he plotted my downfall, how he paid trolls to drag my name through the mud. The proof was undeniable. Flashes from the cameras below lit up the room like lightning. Jennifer, who had come for a show, sat in the audience, her face ghostly white. Her eyes were glued to the screen. She watched as the man she had adored and trusted for four years showed his monstrous true colors. "No... It can't be..."

Clara closed her eyes and waited for the worse to happen as she laid on the cold floor helplessly. “What the hell is going on here!!!!” she heard a voice say behind her. “None of your business so just walk away man.” “I ask again what the Fuck is going on here!!” the stranger said again. “And I said you should walk away…or do you have a death wish??” “Please help me.” Clara pleaded to the stranger. “Come here.” he said to her. Clara couldn’t see his face properly because it was a dark alley but she felt safe just hearing the sound of his voice.

"But you'll have to do better than that." And then, with a flick of their wrist, they sent a wave of dark magic crashing towards me, a force so powerful that I knew, in that moment, that this was the end. As the darkness closed in, I felt a hand grab mine, pulling me back from the brink. I looked up to see… But it wasn’t who I expected. The face that met mine was one I had never seen before, yet it was oddly familiar. A stranger in the midst of the chaos, their eyes burning with an intensity that cut through the darkness.