Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

He didn't know what to do, lying over by his side it's now his dead teacher. ________________ "We have to get back to the bus Callum." Alec's voice sparks up the radio. "What's going on?" Callum responded, stopping for a while, Hayley, Ezra and Claire stopped as well. "His dead." Callum and everyone who was on their walkies we're confused as Alec responded, sounding sober. "Who's dead?" "Mr. Daniels." "I don't understand." "It was a fucking trap, someone put it there for trespassers." "What do you mean by Someone?"

She was like a temptation that suddenly, the image of the woman in the cafeteria appeared in his mind. Nothing? Is that why you are always acting like a fool? You always seem to be thinking about something. You suddenly smile at yourself as if you remember something very special. Then you kiss me as if you are not kissing me. That was it! Those are the signs that Spring Solitaire has given to men who are already busy with another woman. Those are the ones in her book! ” Double f+ck! Is he smiling alone? Damn it! The image of the beautiful woman really gives him a strange joy and excitement. Her red lips and tender eyes suddenly grew round and big and eventually turned tender again. E

The smile disappeared. Not replaced by sadness. By solemnity. The synchronized heartbeats seemed to slow. The horizon itself became impossibly still. When the stranger finally answered, every word carried a weight unlike anything Emma had ever heard. “Because...” A long silence followed. “…we were waiting.” Silence. Emma's breath caught. Waiting? The forgotten presence stared in disbelief. “For us?” The stranger nodded once. “Yes.” The Observer pattern flickered violently. Then— for the first time since its creation—

A group of wolves had gathered in the settlement's center, surrounding a stranger on horseback. The stranger was young, barely older than the pack's own warriors, and his face was pale with exhaustion. He had ridden hard, that much was clear—his horse was lathered and trembling, and there was dust caked into the lines of his clothing. "I bring news from the south," the stranger said, his voice carrying across the crowd. "News of a great danger that grows beyond the mountains." Selene appeared beside Kael, her hand on his shoulder. She was staring at the stranger with an expression that Kael couldn't read.

My grandfather had been dead for years. Marcus looked just as surprised as I felt. The stranger continued watching me carefully. As though measuring my reaction. "You knew him?" I whispered. "Very well." I stared at him. Trying to determine whether he was lying. Trying to understand what was happening. The stranger slowly reached into his coat. Instantly, half a dozen weapons aimed directly at his chest. "Easy." He froze. Then carefully withdrew a small object. Not a weapon. A photograph. He held it out. Marcus stepped forward and took it first.

“She your woman?” “So, what if she is?” The stranger lifted his chin, meeting the man’s eyes The man was a good head taller than the bassist, but he didn’t look afraid as he stared at the man. “Shit,” the man slurred after a tense moment, holding up his hands as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. “I’m not lookin’ for any trouble, man.” “Then I suggest you leave,” Handsome stranger said, watching as the man slunk away before turning to Hazel, eyes raking over her body. “You okay?”

The stranger looked at him and set me gently back on my feet. He straightened to his full height. Troy, to his credit, didn’t move. But he looked utterly defeated and humbled. “She said it’s over.” The stranger’s voice was quiet. It didn’t need to be anything else. “Leave.” “This is none of your…” “You made it everyone’s business.When you put it on the screen.” Troy’s mouth closed. The aura radiating from the stranger was enough to freeze everyone in the tracks. Who exactly is this man?

Even through the storm, I can tell. But Damon still doesn’t lower his guard. If anything, he becomes more alert. And that only means one thing— They are not from this pack. One of the strangers steps farther into view. Tall. Broad. A scar cuts across his jawline as rain pours down his face. His eyes land on Damon first. Then flick toward me. Recognition flashes there immediately. “Well,” the stranger drawls slowly, “this is interesting.” Damon’s arm tightens fractionally around my waist.

"You get to come home where you belong." A door slammed somewhere in the warehouse, and Damien's head snapped up. "Sounds like we have company." Luna's heart leaped. Could it be Grayson? Had he found her already? But the man who walked into the light wasn't Grayson. He was tall, thin, with the kind of forgettable face that disappeared in crowds. He nodded at Damien with professional courtesy. "Status report," he said in a voice devoid of emotion. "All according to plan. The husband sent the authorization codes right on schedule. Very touching, really. True love conquers all." Damien's laugh made Luna's skin crawl. "How long until the transfer is complete?"

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice