Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

What was his obsession with walking away? Strange man.

The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?” He was about to refute that when he caught the glimpse of Almothean gesturing him to say yes “O-oh Y-yes? Yes! I’m his man that’s why I stop coming in here. Because I already have a partner” “Told you. Now, scram.” Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave.

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

Misunderstanding his intentions, her breathing quickened as her hands unconsciously rested on his waist. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” Dustin’s voice turned cold as his gaze pierced into the shadows. Clap! Clap! Clap! A dry applause echoed in the room. From the darkness, a gaunt man with sunken cheeks emerged. His sharp cheekbones cast menacing shadows. “You’ve got skill,” the stranger said with a sneer. “Not many can dodge my poisoned darts.” Allison gasped and stepped back from Dustin as her cheeks turned red. “Who are you?”

She meekly said. “Sorry, yes! Marley. She is my new assistant. Just started. Join me at the wedding as we are deploying a new project and may need her assistance.” We all exchanged hellos and conversed in between the awkward silences that usually occur when strangers are forced to hang out. Stephan took one of those opportunities to quietly comment, "Too late, it looks like he likes brunettes."

Raizen's gaze was direct and unwavering as he looked at her, making Via feel he could see straight through her, assessing every detail with keen perception. Via couldn't help but notice the small details that added to his allure—the slight shadow of stubble along his jaw, the faint scent of his cologne that hinted at sophistication and depth, the way his lips curved into a knowing, almost teasing smile as he regarded her. He was a man who commanded attention without effort, and his very presence was a testament to his power and status.

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

Watching his brothers' desperation, Sterling widened his eyes and then turned to face the man in front of him, his countenance hardening. It was a different man. His teeth was yellow. Because he was smiling and making fun of the misery of the poor boys, Sterling recognized this. He smelled like grease and was bigger, fatter, and stronger. That was how Sterling began to address him. He watched as the stranger moved toward him with ponderous, heavy strides. He gestured to the youngster, "I already know you're the bravest of the group. I'm here to let you know that there won't be any shin biting with me because I'd have pulled out all of your teeth before you even think of biting me."