Stranger Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

the stranger looked up the ceiling, “Pax Lysander. Am I right?” Pax glared at him confusingly, “How’d you know my name?” “Dude. It’s almost on every mixture and invention you have. Property of Pax Lysander, Property of Pax Lysander, blah bleh bluh.” She uttered. She walked up to one of Pax’s inventions, “Woah. The sneaking snatcher? What’s that for? Stealing?” “Get. Out.” Pax repeated. “I just said. It’s. A. No. For. Me.” The stranger complained.

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."

The stranger. He’s here

It was a stormy night, rain pouring down in torrents, as a stranger appeared at our studio's doorstep, seeking refuge from the elements. The stranger's name was Alexander, a mysterious and enigmatic figure whose presence seemed to hold a deep connection to the world of art and mystery. He carried with him a weathered old map, its parchment yellowed with age and dotted with cryptic symbols. It was a map that promised to lead us to a hidden treasure—an artifact of immense artistic and historical significance. Intrigued by the possibility of uncovering a long-lost masterpiece, we embarked on a daring quest, following the map's intricate clues and navigating treacherous landscapes. The journey t

What a strange guy! ***

The stranger says and i got a grip of myself , I could only pray that the Cactus accepts the stranger and surprisingly the Cactus did! "Wow! This is something!" I heard the stranger say and i looked to see the stranger well "How do you mean?" I asked again and the stranger shrugged "So do you stay here alone or with your parents?" The stranger asked and i smiled "I stay here with Ma.Coco" I say "Ma.Coco?" The stranger repeated and I nod

he suddenly declared as though he knew exactly who he was talking about. “She and her family migrated here in Russia. I believe her father’s stirring up plans to expand his reputation and build the business here.” The assistant looks up. “He can try.” The stranger replied, his eyes glacial and all-knowing. “-He’ll die trying.” The stranger added and looked back at me at the word, “die”. Oh, come the fuck on. By the way, who are they talking about? It’s a girl from Britain? “She’s notorious for wrapping men up in her fingers and pulling intel out of them. Quite the skill, if you ask me. I bet you’d like her on your honeymoon.” The assistant laughed, but it soon died down when the hot stranger

I have zero idea of what she’s talking about, and I want no part in whatever is going on between the two of them. “No, I just found the yoghurt and I'm …” I start to explain, but she turns sharply away from me to face the stranger again. “I asked you a damn question.” She hisses,“ Why are you here? And why are you with her?” The stranger gives a slow, mocking shrug. “In your own words, Claire, not that it’s any of your business, but I'm shopping. In case you fail to realize it, this is a supermarket. What else will I be doing here, besides shopping? Also, judging from that yoghurt in this lady’s hand, it’s safe to say that she's doing the same thing I'm doing.”

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.”

"Only Jack Weston has a caretaker. To any other persona you are an assistant, alright?" I gave a brief nod as I walked to the stranger at the door. I gave a small curtsey and extended my hand. "A pleasure, Sir,” I said, smiling. “I'm Anna Walton and I'll be your new assistant." He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm Arthur Weston, and the pleasure is truly mine. Thomas!" He said looking past me. "Where did you find such a lovely girl? She's perfect! I need to set up my equipment immediately."