Stories From A Stranger Novels & Stories

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."

A few heartbeats later, she stepped away from him and realized that her audience had left. “That wasn’t so bad after all,” Ellen said, turning back to face the handsome stranger in front of her. The events of the last few minutes had sobered her up a bit. The handsome stranger looked stunned as he stared at her. His face was hardened in anger, and stepping towards her, he raised up his right hand.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

And how did they manage to survive against such overwhelming odds? The stranger pauses, his gaze drifting into the depths of the fire as he recalls the memories of the past. "Your grandparents were forced to flee," he says, his voice tinged with sadness. "They went into hiding, hoping to find refuge in a world that was not their own." Taylor listens intently as the stranger paints a picture of her grandparents' struggle to build a life together in the face of adversity. She can't help but feel a sense of admiration for them, a deep respect for the sacrifices they made to ensure their love stood the test of time.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.