Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

' " 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."

He smiled like he had found something genuinely interesting at the end of a long walk. Unfortunately, the interesting thing appeared to be her. “Parley,” Carol called from the roof. “I can see the cloth.” “Just making sure.” “Thank you. I might have mistaken it for surrender laundry.” Aaron, beside the inner barrier, whispered, “Surrender Laundry is a good band name.” Outside the perimeter, the stranger stood with his hands visible, broad-shouldered and relaxed in a weathered brown coat that looked irritatingly good on him. Dark hair. Short beard. That deadly handsome mountain-man look that women swooned over in romance novels. Voice that carried without strain.

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.

Pale eyes that seemed almost luminous in moonlight. Beautiful. Cold. Dangerous. He studied the courtyard. His gaze passed over Mason. Vanessa. Damon. Hugh. Dominic. Ryder. Savannah. Frank. Then stopped on Grayson. The entire world seemed to narrow. The stranger dismounted slowly. Then began walking down the mountain path. Alone. Just like Lucas had. Nobody tried stopping him. Every wolf present knew attacking this man would be a mistake. A very serious mistake. He reached the courtyard, nobody spoke during his walk down to the courtyard. Nobody relaxed either.

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?

The stranger. He’s here