Strange Synonyms Novels & Stories

“I brought my daughter-in-law in. She’s not been herself lately.” He looked at me with a smile that disappeared when his eyes examined my face with clinical accuracy. “Not herself?” he asked, standing up. “She’s been… forgetting things. Saying strange things. She seemed to have forgotten our boat accident together.” Lillian spoke casually yet her words carried an underlying threat. I swallowed. “I told you—I was just tired—” “I think she might be suffering from dissociative symptoms,” Lillian interrupted me. “Maybe even… a form of identity confusion?”

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.”

A large constricting snake ready to strangle and kill. Tony was a scorpion: an arachnid characterized by two large front pincers and a curved tail with a poisonous sting at the end ready to sting innocent people that came across it. Tony had strangled me. Tony had stung me. I loathe the day I set my eyes on Tony. My arms went around my shoulders as I held my knees to my chest like scared child; I was no different from one.

Jena's loud shout this morning made him even more annoyed. "Crazy Aioraaaaaa!" Jena said gasping as she ran from the elevator to Aiora's apartment. Aiora turned to look at Jena annoyed "You say I'm crazy?" The protest was not accepted. Jena is surprised why Aiora is so sensitive if she lacks male caresses? He thought randomly. "Not stupid. But Nakita's nasty video with three men at the same time spread on social media this morning." Obviously Jena was annoyed as she showed an article to Aiora on her cellphone screen.

"Is that so?! But I feel strange!" "Sometimes people do feel strange when they first experience falling in love, especially if it comes unexpectedly, but eventually, you'll get used to it." Jaxter heard this and immediately furrowed his brow deeply, his face showing disbelief. He didn't know if he didn't believe the man's words or if he was denying something within himself. "What did you say? I'm in love?! Don't be ridiculous!" Jaxter retorted, feeling the man was speaking nonsense. How could someone like him feel love? His satisfaction was different.

Alas gasped and tried to push her away, but she pulled him right back. She kissed him deeply, tenderly, and with such longing — every touch spoke of love and a desperate need to be close. His knees felt weak, and he could not understand what was happening to him. A string of curses raced through his mind. He had been around many drunk women before, and some had even kissed him, yet never once had his body reacted this way. Why was it so different with this stranger he had never met before?

‎Ryo..... ‎ ‎Thank God you are awake, a stranger's voice reach my ear's as soon as I woke up. ‎ ‎I knew I couldn't be David voice, I knew that instantly, even though my head was pounding and my thoughts were slow and heavy. David voice was familiar, safe in a way that had nothing to do with comfort. ‎This voice was slow and steady like some one who is supposed to be here. ‎ ‎My heart jumped hard in chest.

Sophie nearly burst into tears. "I... I didn't... I know you only love Isabella..." "I know I'm just a substitute. I've never wanted to come between you and her..." Her utterly humble words instantly deflated Ethan's anger. He rubbed his temples wearily. "So what exactly do you want?" "I... I don't know..." Sophie bit her lip. "I just miss you so much... and my body feels strange." "Strange?" Ethan frowned instinctively. "Are you sick?" Sophie shook her head, eyes red.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

He smells strange, like mist from a salt coast. I cling to that as darkness swallows me whole. He's strange. A strange bastardo!