Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

And it was fitting for Luna to fulfill her father's last wish. It is just... "You are willing to marry that stranger man?" she asked. Luna didn't answer and just took a deep breath. The girl tightly closed her eyes, and let the cold wind hit her pale face. "Hey, you two silly girls! Can you guys just go home? It's time for the ghosts to come out, if you stay here, they will be very annoyed!" Luna and Jane turned their heads in unison towards the voice that suddenly sounded so loud from behind them.

I sniffed loudly, looking the man up and down, the hairs on the back of my neck rising as I tried to squint past the hood that covered half his face. “Look, I don't want any trouble alright? Just leave a woman to grieve,” I growled, hiccuping embarrassingly and wiping the snot from my nose, feeling the hollow in my chest widen. “Oh, but if you play your cards right Olivia, you wouldn't have to grieve ever again.” The stranger rumbled, and something about the familiar cull of his voice, the way the moon hit his black shiny boots just right, made my heart slam wildly into my ribs.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

Forcing a smile, she stammered, "Johnny… what are you doing here? I… I just thought since it's almost New Year, I'd stop by to see my parents after finishing my work…" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "Then why are you here in this neighborhood? And why did that man just call him 'Dad'?" I narrowed my eyes, studying the man in front of me. Something about him felt familiar. A fragment of memory surfaced— He had been at our wedding. Back then, he'd stared at my wife with a lingering, almost obsessive gaze that had made me deeply uncomfortable. But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him.

At that moment, I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck me. When did Samuel start colluding with Raymond? On top of that, they seemed to be on fairly good terms. I decided to sneak closer and listen to what they were talking about. As I stepped forward, I accidentally bumped into a piece of exercise equipment next to me. It set off a sharp clattering sound. Both Samuel and Raymond turned to me in unison. I jumped in fright. However, it was too late to turn around and leave.

Even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the moment. Scarlett studied the stranger carefully. Something felt different. If this person truly belonged to the Obsidian Circle, they weren't behaving the way she expected. There was no arrogance. No threats. No obvious hostility. That only made the situation more unsettling. "What do you want?" The stranger looked directly at her. "To stop what's coming." The answer arrived so quickly that Scarlett almost laughed. Instead, she folded her arms. "That's convenient." "I know how it sounds." "Do you?" The stranger nodded.

Then heavy boots pounded against the pavement as yet another figure strode into the chaos—this one different. A stranger. Tall, cloaked in a long coat, his face shadowed, but his presence made even the thugs falter. His voice was low, calm, dangerous. “That’s enough.” Dain stiffened, his jaw clenching as recognition flickered in his eyes. Soren froze, staring at the newcomer, his heart hammering with a new kind of dread. Who was he? Ally—or yet another enemy?

And from the shadows of the ruins, a new figure stepped forward—not a Silver Moon inquisitor, but a stranger in a dark, sun-crested mantle, clapping slowly. "Remarkable," the stranger said, his voice cutting through the swirling snow like a blade. "I think we have a lot to discuss, Aiden. Or should I call you the Winter King?" Aiden looked at the stranger, his frozen hand twitching. The game was no longer about survival. The game had just expanded to a scale he couldn't even comprehend. "Who are you?" Aiden whispered, his breath crystallizing into a cloud of white. The stranger smiled, a cold, predatory expression. "I’m the man who’s going to buy your silence, before you destroy the rest of