Stranger Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

Standing behind my brother, I stood on my toes and peered at the stranger, and I saw him struggling to keep his eyes open. “Brother…” I murmured, concerned about the stranger. Rowan’s sharp glare shut me up. “Who are you? What’s your name?” Rowan ordered once again. “Ad…Adrian,” The stranger rasped out a single word through the haze of pain. “My name is Adrian.” “Where are you from?” Rowan asked again. The stranger’s gaze moved to my friends, who were standing beside my brother, and looked at them with caution. His expression looked pained and a painful groan escaped his lips.

the stranger asked. “No Sir,” Ara replied. “I would have throttled you to death,” the stranger said in a deadly tone. Ara looked at the man perplexed. The stranger smiled at Ara before he said, “My name is Friedrich Ron Arnold, the philosopher who discovered the Impossible Destination, my son Jürgen and his mother are upstairs asleep.” Ara was breathless.

He spoke in hushed tones, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and secrecy. "You think you know the truth, but there is more to the story," the stranger whispered, his eyes darting around as if afraid of being overheard. "Beware of those closest to you, for not everyone is who they claim to be." Before we could inquire further, the stranger disappeared into the crowd, leaving us with more questions than answers. Who was this enigmatic figure, and what did they mean by "those closest to you"? Our minds raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last.

"Ano pa ba ang magagawa natin? eh sa huli na tayo. Halika ka na nga. Sa taas na lang tayo para makita natin." Hindi na lang ako sumagot at naka-ngusong sumunod sa kaniya. Habang nag-lalakad kami paakyat. Napatigil ako sa pag-lalakad ng marinig ko ang boses ng kunsino man. Pero familiar ang boses niya parang narinig ko na siya. "I want to tell you that I love you," that songs' feels so familiar. I immediately grab my phone inside of my pocket and searched 'stranger' the song title. And I was right. I didn't know noticed. It's their song.

After an agonizing internal debate, I finally dialed the number. There was no answer. I tried again but still nothing. Hector noticed the sudden shift in my demeanor. "Hey, what's wrong?" I couldn't bring myself to speak and just kept redialing. On the third attempt, the call finally connected. The background noise was deafening—people screaming and distant weeping. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice answered. "Hi, I'm Eileen Allen. Who am I speaking with?" The person on the other end replied, "I'm a neighbor. Your mom was just rushed to the hospital. Your dad… He didn't make it."

“Stay low.” But something was wrong. The scent wasn’t right. Instead of Cove’s familiar cologne sandalwood and leather Eli smelled copper. Blood. And underneath it, cheap cigarette smoke. Not Cove. Not his scent at all. Eli froze in the stranger’s arms. “Who… who are you?” More gunfire rang out. Bullets whistled through the darkness. Tables overturned with loud crashes. People screamed and ran. The chaos was total. “Stay with me,” the stranger whispered, pulling Eli tighter. “Don’t make a sound.”

The stranger was Jaxon Devereaux. I'm now utterly screwed.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”