Strange Novels & Stories

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

I answered. The person on the other end of the line said in a flustered tone, "Run! Don't trust your mother. She's really going to kill you!”

Luna asked doubtfully. Jane fell silent. She then nodded slowly. "Many things can happen when someone is drunk. Most of them lose control of themselves and do what their subconscious thinks. It's not uncommon for people to do strange, embarrassing, and even criminal acts when they're drunk." Jane explained. Luna took a deep breath. If something like this happened by accident, Luna would just forget about it. She didn't want to complicate matters by exaggerating the matter.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

she whispered "I have a feeling that he's mysterious" it suddenly entered my mind to stalk him even on social media. I simply looked down and looked at his i.d.'Joses Jacobo Sagun' "Eh? what is that to you if he's mysterious? You don't have to do anything" said my twin but it seemed like it just went through one ear and came out the other Joses looked at me. I also looked at him deep inside I was happy because I saw the whole of his face. even if he doesn't smile at me

The guard stiffened. Who are you? Alive. The stranger turned back as three statues charged him. He moved before they reached the bridge. One step. One cut. White lines appeared across all three stone bodies. They broke apart at once. Daigo stared. I dislike him already. The stranger heard. Good. His sword slid back into its sheath. The stones beneath him shifted. He glanced toward the staircase, then toward me. His eyes were an unusual grey, almost colourless. A scar crossed the bridge of his nose. Another disappeared beneath the collar of his coat.

༺RAYNE༻ I freeze on my seat, my entire body goes stiff. But my heart lurches and a wave of heat washes through me. I find myself leaning further into the kiss and breathing in the delicious scent of the stranger. He smells so good, so tasteful and so perfect. His lips, my God, his lips are heavenly, warm and delightful. This is so wrong. Why do I feel good about being kissed by a strange man?

"Without despair, evolution stagnates." The battlefield trembled. The mysterious stranger finally stepped forward. "No." The parasite turned toward him. And for the first time— Its smile weakened slightly. Interesting. Very interesting. "You survived." The stranger nodded. "I learned." The parasite stared at him. Then sighed. "You were my greatest mistake." The atmosphere exploded. For the first time, genuine power erupted from the mysterious stranger. Not silver. Not black. Not white. Something beyond all three. Reality stabilized around him. The collapsing gateways stopped expanding.

One that simply marked the end of one chapter of our lives and the start of another. And the following week, the four of us took off on the road trip of a lifetime meandering our way up the East Coast and into New York. The trip included every stop we could find from the capital to the largest ball of yarn and the tiniest rocking chair. If there was a place of interest, we pulled over. We weren't in a hurry to get anywhere and had a blast on the open road—even when Neil got lost in a corn maze and scared in the World's Largest House of Mirrors. I had no idea a grown man could have such an aversion to clowns. It had taken us well over an hour to retrieve him from the tangled web of reflection