Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

“Hm. I am jealous of him already.” I laughed softly as he pulled me gently toward the dance floor. And under the warm lights, surrounded by everybody we loved— Damon wrapped his arms around my waist while I rested my hands against his shoulders. Then slowly, we danced together peacefully. As two people who finally found home in each other. Believe me, now I know that no matter what happens in the future, as long as Damon is by my side… I'll always be happy. And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

he asserted, his words ringing out with clarity. The bombshell revelation left the entire gathering in stunned silence, the stranger's words hanging heavy in the air. "Me?" I managed to stammer, the shock of the moment still reverberating through me like a thunderclap. The stranger, now revealing himself as Sebastian, took a deep breath before continuing. "Let me start by introducing myself," he began, his voice steady despite the gravity of his confession. The intensity in the room was palpable as all eyes turned towards him, awaiting his next words with bated breath.

I said. " I am not hungry... Please leave me alone. " He was frowning. " Fine!! I will never talk to you again. You leave me alone as well and don't come to my place, to help or protect me. I don't seek any kind of help from any stranger. I will manage on my own. Bye, Dr Grumpy. " I said, turned on my heel, came back to my home and shut the door with a bang. After about ten minutes, the doorbell rang.

His expression remained calm despite the tense atmosphere surrounding the company. Brian watched every step as the stranger approached them directly. Amanda shifted slightly beside Brian, keeping her attention fixed upon him. The stranger eventually stopped several feet away from both of them. His eyes remained focused on Brian as silence filled the reception. Brian's eyebrows furrowed while he studied the unfamiliar man's appearance. There was something about the stranger's confidence that immediately caught his attention. Amanda glanced toward Brian before looking back at the mysterious newcomer. Neither of them seemed to recognize him from anywhere inside the company.

He lay flat on his back where the stranger had left him, his legs still trembling from the dual assault of the man's fingers and mouth, his thighs slick with the cooling, wet remainder of their shared undoing. Beside him, the mattress groaned. The stranger hadn't stood up to dress yet. He remained hovering in the dark, his broad, hot chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged intervals against Elias’s shoulder. The scent of raw cedar, river rain, and rich, unlit tobacco was thick on his skin—a signature so distinct it felt like an explicit clue, a corporate cipher waiting to be decoded. Elias turned his head slightly, his swollen lips parting against the damp silk. "You said it was time."

"Why? See something you don't like?" I looked back down at the wire. The two figures were talking now. The man from our side turned slightly, the light hitting the side of his face. It wasn't Kai. It was one of my own lieutenants—a man Ezra had personally recruited last winter. But it was the stranger who made my blood turn to liquid nitrogen. The stranger turned, and even from this distance, I recognized the predatory, bored silhouette. Damien Stroud. "You motherfucker," I breathed.

Leo: “And why should we trust you?” The man pulled something from his jacket—a worn envelope, thick with papers. He placed it on the counter without a word. Stranger: “Because I was on the inside once. I know where the bodies are buried. And I know what Julian’s planning.” Maya reached for the envelope slowly, as if it might explode in her hands. Maya: “…What’s your name?” For the first time, the man smiled, faint and weary. Stranger: “Call me Carter. That’s enough for now.”

Especially after that, the man started walking in with an ominous aura. "Who are you?" Hayle asked, immediately retreating backward. Maybe because she was careless and also panicked. Hayle almost collided with the small table that she usually used to place her decorative vase in her apartment. But before she could collide with the table, the man's hand grasped Hayle's hand again and pulled her back. The lightning that began to strike outside added to the ominous atmosphere as Hayle could only stand frozen in front of the man who had not even spoken a single word yet. The image of the lightning seemed to make Hayle's heart even more uneasy.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

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