Stories From A Stranger Novels & Stories

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

she muttered, drawing a deep breath. The stranger coughed, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded less hoarse and more normal. Better than normal, it was deep and warm. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah," she said. She was still amazed that Josh moved all the way across the country just to follow her here, but she didn't want to think about that now. The important thing is, he wouldn't be bothering her this night. She was just not ready. "So what's the story?" the stranger asked. "Did you break that man's heart and now he can never stop following you?"

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

Aida was already feeling unloved and she was overwhelmed by jealousy. The mysterious stranger approached her with a gentle smile. "Are you okay, little one?" he asked. "Who are you?" Aida asked. "My mother told me not to talk to strangers." "Well you are already talking to me, little one." The stranger replied. "And I am not a stranger. I am your mother's friend." He said. "She told me that you are upset today. She asked me to help her, in order to lift your mood." He said.

The rest of the night was a blur. Her leading me up to my room. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. Me stumbling to my bed, my breath racing, heart pumping. Needy and desperate for someone's touch. For a release. Finding a man in my bed. Kissing him. Having sex with him. Oh God. I swallowed as the memory came slamming back to me and I sat up quickly, finding my clothes and putting them back on. I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation.

I looked up, my tear-filled eyes meeting the gaze of a stranger—a kind face, weathered by time and etched with compassion. "Are you alright?" the stranger asked, concern, lacing their voice. "You seem lost and in need of help." I mustered the strength to speak, my voice shaky and raw. "I... I've been banished... betrayed... I have nowhere to go." The stranger's eyes softened, their empathy palpable. "Come with me," they said, extending a hand. "I have a small cabin nearby. You can find shelter and warmth for the night." With trembling limbs, I accepted the stranger's offer of kindness. Their touch was gentle as they helped me to my feet, guiding me through the darkness. Each step felt like a

"I don't even remember his name. It was just a one-night stand." "Well, you never know," Alex said optimistically. "Stranger things have happened." Jessica knew her friend was right. She had a long road ahead of her, but with Alex by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope.

-he asks in an almost inaudible whisper between his teeth. I take a step back. I’m standing two meters from the stranger. My palms are sweating and I have a lump in my throat. What the hell could this man possibly want with me? The girls sense my fear and come to surround me protectively. Signaling, I let them know that it is dangerous and I try to keep them behind me. —It’s Me. I am Kira Samaras.- I face the stranger and he raises an eyebrow. -It’s nothing personal. That bastard took the woman I love away from me and I consider it fair to make him suffer exactly the same.- His accent is pronounced, I suspect he could be Italian.

he mutters and they leave. “I got laid” I say immediately they leave and Kendra's expression softens. “That worked out well” I say to myself. “Who?” She asks, being intrigued by the conversation. “It was a stranger that was drunk at the Coffeehouse and yes, he consented, I didn't rape him” I say smiling, proud of myself “Girl look at you, hooking up with strangers” she teases “Not just any stranger, a hot stranger. And you needed to have seen the hotel room, Girl it was big as hell, like twice the size of our apartment”

I then sat down, still keeping my guard up, and gestured for them to speak. The stranger began to speak, their voice trembling with fear. They told us that they had been cast out of their pack, and that they were seeking a new home. They told us of their journey, of the dangers they had faced and the hardships they had overcome. We listened, our hearts softening as we heard their tale. When they had finished, I asked them if they wished to join our pack. They looked at me, their eyes filled with hope. "Yes," they said, "more than anything."