Stories From A Stranger Novels & Stories

I said. " I am not hungry... Please leave me alone. " He was frowning. " Fine!! I will never talk to you again. You leave me alone as well and don't come to my place, to help or protect me. I don't seek any kind of help from any stranger. I will manage on my own. Bye, Dr Grumpy. " I said, turned on my heel, came back to my home and shut the door with a bang. After about ten minutes, the doorbell rang.

It won't be easy to take in, hearing that you have a stranger watching your every move when you thought you were alone. "What do you want with me?" Blake was trying his best to keep a brave face but the Stranger had already noticed his trembling body. "First, tell me your name." "It's never good to tell a stranger your name." The stranger chuckled and stepped out of the dark. "I am Madiba" he introduced himself and Blake lowered his spear. Madiba covered his body with bear skin and his dark-colored skin made him blend perfectly in darkness. "I am Blake" "Blake, what is a latent like you doing in this dangerous forest." His words made Blake sad as he was reminded once again of how pathetic he

I think it would be better if I talk to someone I don't know and listen to his opinion about my problems, I think it wasn't a bad idea at all. "Um, okay. So my parents kicked me out of the house when they found out that I'm gay. Then a man helped me, he fed me, dressed me, he takes me to places I've never imagined I could go, he even made one of my dreams possible. But then one day, he s-sold me to another man but I don't think he meant it, we were so drunk that night. The man who bought me takes me here to Mexico and then I managed to escape from them and now I'm here, trying to contact the man who sold me asking and begging him to come here and take me home, hoping that he'll save me for t

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

The stranger. He’s here

I pushed my stool away from him. Before I could reach my corner, a strong hand pulled my chair back, and my body clashed into the stranger. “You said you were bored. Lucky for you, I would like to share some stories," the stranger said, staring deep into my eyes with his beautiful ocean eyes.

and then arrived somewhere I hadn't seen. The recognition of someone who has entered a room and understood, in the space between one breath and the next, that the stranger in it is not a stranger at all That the stranger is the key to something. That the stranger has been there all along, in the margins of a story that had never been fully told.

LATTON woke up, her head lying on a bare chest. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his light brown eyes, only to see a stranger beside her. “Who are you?” she asked in confusion and fright, then grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The guy beside her just stared at her and didn’t respond. Shortly she heard a voice from the other side of the room, “Seems like you enjoyed last night too much,” Lucian replied mockingly. She gasped, “What’s happening?” She inquired in bewilderment.

Again this is new information I got today, and out of curiosity, I asked, "How did you know that? I mean, have you had a connection with us before, or have we met before?" She shrugged and was about to speak but someone approached, it's the petite waitress. We just chose to order first and after the petite waitress left, Esther faced me again and said, "Well... I have another story to tell you." Excitement dominated me and just wait for her to go on, "I will tell you what you deserve to know about our family." She smiled and my back leaned against the chair.

The bell above the door tinkled as she entered, greeted by the rich scent of old books and the soft murmur of pages turning. There, among the shelves lined with stories waiting to be explored, Marvis encountered Julian. His eyes, like the well-worn pages of the novels surrounding them, held a depth that piqued her curiosity. Engaged in conversation, they explored the labyrinth of literature, exchanging thoughts on life, dreams, and the shared pursuit of reinvention. Julian, a master storyteller with an eloquent charm, revealed fragments of his journey—a narrative woven with mystery and resilience. As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow w