Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

the stranger said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, but laced with a terrifying familiarity. Stan’s posture went entirely rigid. The gentle warmth that had filled his eyes moments ago vanished, replaced by an icy, distant composure that chilled me to the bone. He didn't look like the man who had just been letting me measure his chest. He looked like a stranger. He looked like the ancient, dangerous silhouette I had just drawn on paper. "You shouldn't have come here," Stan said, his voice dropping an octave, dead and dangerous. The stranger smiled, a terrible, slow curve of his lips as his eyes shifted over to me. "She doesn't know, does she? You're playing dress-up in the daylight, Stan, w

He wore a leather jacket over a plain black t-shirt, and the way it clung to his toned physique left little to the imagination. “Who the hell are you?” Damien snarled, still holding onto me. The stranger stepped into the room, his movements calm but deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. “I said, let her go.” His voice was deep, steady, and laced with a quiet menace that sent a shiver down my spine. Damien released me, but only to square up to the man. “This is none of your business. Walk away before you regret it.” The stranger smirked, his eyes never leaving Damien. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you.”

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

I did not care about life at the moment, I am just accepting things as they are. Strange, I can not see her. Suddenly the big man that loves to give us to strangers if they have given him something appeared from outside with a larger man than him. The man had almost red eyes, I would call them Grimson. He smelled like something dangerous, feral and I shouldn’t resist his command, well, not that I would anyway. I do as I am told, then I don’t get punished that much.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

While walking, I was mentally praying that I would never see the weird man who called my name again. I didn't even do what Madame Hale ordered me about the flowers for the reception in the human town. We were both busy about the desert he was going to make for Travis, Alpha Liam's brother. I don't know if Madame Hale has a crush on Travis or not but my mind was more accompanied by the man who called me by the name earlier. Honestly, he is handsome, tall, and hot. But in his eyes it seems to be full of sadness. I think that man has an unpleasant past but why does he really know me?

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

A man surges through the thick crowd, a sword on his waist nestled in its case, his body covered in fur looking wild and ferocious, and a scar that was too bold to ignore runs across his face. Grayson squeezes my ass once more and my head snaps up to him, glaring. "Will you quit touching me inappropriately?" "Don't stare at him" "Well you could've just said that" "Payback for being a peeping tom" "Asshole" I muttered beneath my breath. The stranger clears his throat garnering our attention when he moves to speak with Grayson ignoring my presence. "I wasn't expecting you" "I'm not here to stay, we're leaving a dawn"

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.