Stranger Until Dawn Novels & Stories

Heather POV So the plan is for Dawn and me to start unpacking some of my stuff while the guys go into town to drop off the truck, find out what rooms we will be staying in and pick up things Grandma asked for. The four of them are figuring on being back around 7:30 to get us. The first thing that Dawn starts unpacking is my clothes. “We can’t go to a party in these clothes. Let’s see what we can find.” She says as she starts dumping clothes onto the bed. By 7:00 we were able to get the clothes we weren’t wearing put away, but that was about it when it came to unpacking. Dawn had finally decided on a bright red tank top, forest green zippered hoodie and dark blue jean skirt that I would say i

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

It was hard for Caleb and me to find the items that he needed to repair the bracelet on such a small island. We spent most of the day searching through them. When we made our way back to the ship, the sun was already beginning to set. We were strangers on the island. The lingering looks that the people gave us made me anxious. Caleb was on high alert and he kept me close to his side. When we were nearly at the customs, three muscular men suddenly appeared behind us.

Liam’s POV** The next morning, the storm that had raged inside the house the previous day was replaced by the warm scent of fresh chai and the faint hum of the valley waking up. Sunlight seeped through the windows, casting delicate, shifting shadows on the wooden floor. Outside, the sweet humming of birds mingled with the rustle of pine trees, creating a melody so gentle it felt like the mountains themselves were singing. For the first time since yesterday, it didn’t feel like the world was about to drift apart.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

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

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

The area would not go to sleep. A disturbance broke out at the southern gate close to midnight. Grayson heard it right away. Damon did the same. The two men moved simultaneously. Something was surrounded by a circle formed by the gate guards. Or a person. A wolf. Bleeding. Barely awake. Before arriving at the checkpoint, the stranger nearly passed out. Grayson moved to the front. He was first struck by the smell. It's not Black Ridge. Not Reed. Not a rogue. Fang Hollow.

Hence, after he won me over, he treated me even better than before. Quinn’s actions didn’t amount to a serious crime, so she was only detained for a few days. … Somehow, Jake managed to get my address. Taking advantage of Luca being away on a business trip, he came to my house. Ever since the incident on the cruise, security at home had been tightened with more guards stationed. Since Jake couldn’t get in, he stood outside and started shouting like a madman. Only after his voice turned hoarse did I casually wave a hand and have someone let him in.

“Who the hell…?” Rowan muttered as he opened the door and stepped into the living room. Lightning flashed, illuminating a stranger slumped into the cushions, his face covered with a treatment mask. The storm Rowan and his twin brother Aiden had just fought through still roared outside, rain hammering against the windows. The stranger’s dark hair was soaked, strands plastered to the edges of the mask and his pale temples. A bruise bloomed along his jaw, and his shirt was stained with water and blood.