Stranger Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."

"I've lost all interest in you. I'm here for one reason: to have fun with my daughter." Jennifer's laughter was sharp, her eyes locking onto Noelle with disbelief. "You're not interested in me, Cedric? Do you even believe that when you say it? "The moment I laid eyes on this kid, I couldn't shake the feeling...those features, they're eerily familiar. "I've had my assistant dig up your info. The kid's four, and her last name is Shaw. "Cedric, you're quite the strategist. Adopting a kid who looks like mine just to shake me down? Or did you stoop even lower and steal my DNA?

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

I asked, trying to distance myself from this mysterious stranger. He chuckled, “Your name is not the only thing I know about you, Henry. I’ve been watching you for a while now.” My heart raced as I realized that this encounter was far from coincidental. “Whoo are you?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear and curiosity. The stranger simply smiled, his warm gaze never leaving mine. Hickory, dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock." I felt a chill run down my spine as he recited the nursery rhyme, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. The stranger’s cryptic words only added to the growing sense of unease that enveloped me.

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

I asked him. "What is it?" the stranger asked. "What did you remember?" "The name of the person in charge of the construction. The name is Allyra. It's a strange name, isn't it?" I was trying to make sense of the memory, but it was all a jumble in my head. I wasn't sure what it all meant. The stranger on the phone was silent for a moment as if he was thinking. Then he spoke, his voice thoughtful.

She smacked her lips and went on, "Of course you graduated and that was a victory for the whole family—" "You mean... if I thought about my parents?" I snapped to clarify and she nodded. "At that time, I understood the information that they were dead but I did not realize who they were, what was the name of my mother and who was my father. The only thing I have is that I come from a Halifax family and yeah, that Ross the stranger knows that surname."

"So, you know who the real culprit is?" asked Kei with wide-open eyes. Accidentally, Sam meets Kei at a mini market when Sam buys some fresh vegetables to stock up on if Luna suddenly wants to eat his cooking. Kei begins to get suspicious because Sam has never questioned who the perpetrators of the trapping are. Knowing Sam's character that he would not let go of someone who hurt his loved ones, it would be very strange if suddenly Sam was no longer interested in investigating who the culprit was.

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.