Stories From A Stranger Novels & Stories

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

It was a leap of faith, a decision that could either lead us closer to the answers we sought or plunge us deeper into the shadows. After a moment's hesitation, Ethan nodded, his gaze fixed on the stranger. "Come in. Let us hear what you have to say." As the stranger stepped inside, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. We gathered in the study, our eyes fixed on the mysterious figure as they began to weave a tale of betrayal, hidden agendas, and long-standing family feuds. The revelations were like puzzle pieces, fitting together to form a clearer picture of the forces that had conspired against us.

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

I said as I felt tears starting to roll down my cheeks. "Why do you said that?" He asked in a low tone and I felt his breath behind my neck. "Because they don't need me." I said, and having no control over my emotions, I broke down. "Just let it all out, everything is going to be alright." The stranger said as he pulled me to him and I sobbed in his chest, ignoring the reek of alcohol and cigarette on his jacket. ******* "Here we are." Jake, the stranger whom I had met, said as he opened the door to his old rack-shacked apartment.

Story 1: Title: A night with a stranger. Blurb: A night with my father inlaw. One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around the family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue.

Maybe strangers. I buried my face in the pillow. “What’s going to become of me now?” I whispered to no one. I closed my eyes, wishing everything could just stop. The scandal. The whispers. My life. Everything. The phone kept buzzing over and over again, louder this time. I didn’t move. I was too scared to take it. I just wanted to disappear, vanish. I just lay there, trembling, the headlines still screaming in my mind, and for the first time, I couldn’t see a way out.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

the stranger ignores her question and walks closer. Keira stares at him confusingly and laughs, “It's too late, I already did.” The man doesn't say anything, he just keeps staring at her. “Who are you? Are you a cop?” whispers the girl. “Do I look like one?” the stranger. “Do you know what will happen if you turn yourself in? You will spend the rest of your life in prison.” Keira gulps and wonders how a stranger knows about her crime and her decision. “Who are you?!” she shouts with a shaky voice.

' " 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