Stranger With My Face Novels & Stories

“I’m just trying to get myself together.” But he sat down anyway, setting his beer on her table. His hand found her arm, grip rough. “One more won’t kill,” he slurred. “I said no!” Her voice sharpened, pulling back. “SHE SAID NO!” The roar cut through the tavern like a blade. Silence crashed down. Sophia turned, heart hammering. And there he was. The stranger from her dream, appearing again. Standing a few feet away, fury carved into his expression, his gaze locked on the man who dared touch her.

I stood there in a worn-out delivery uniform with a torn collar, carrying my helmet under my arm. I arrived alone and walked into the lobby. Four security guards immediately rushed in to stop me. "What are you doing? Get out!" The first guard reached for my shoulder. I sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted hard. He let out a pained cry and dropped to one knee. The second guard threw a punch at my face. I raised my arm to block it, then followed through with a sweeping kick that sent him crashing to the ground. The remaining two guards hesitated and instinctively backed away.

That emotion in his eyes finally shattered, dissolving into an overwhelming wretchedness. "Now, let's settle our accounts properly." I looked at them and gave a light laugh. Their faces turned ugly in an instant.

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.

But instead, he chose grief over glory. “Pathetic,” I whisper, almost to myself. Then something bumps hard into me. “Hey! Don’t you have eyes?!” I snap, glaring down at the reckless stranger. “Fuck off—” the young man begins, but his words freeze halfway when he recognizes my face. His expression shifts instantly. “Oh—oh, I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t know it was you!” I frown. The boy’s features are familiar—strong jawline, confident eyes, though a hint of fear flickers there too. “And you are?”

I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating from the stress or lack of sleep. I stepped out hesitantly, each footfall slow and uncertain. My foot could feel the coldness of the polished floor. The office lights were dim—just the soft glow from emergency strips and a few desk lamps left on by habit. The usual hum of activity had long since gone to sleep. It wasn’t just quiet. It was after-hours quiet. And there he was. A stranger. In my office, near my desk. I tried not to panic. Sure, he was handsome—okay, more than handsome. The kind of handsome that made my brain short-circuit for half a second. His jaw was sharp, his frame all lean muscle and calm power, like someone born to walk into a room

He told me Rowena was just an old friend, nothing more. However, I never imagined they were actually promised to each other. I forced the memory out of my mind and turned to leave quietly—only to be stopped by a waiter. "Excuse me, miss. Are you with this group?" Everyone in the room turned to look at the door. My cheeks burned, but I kept my cool. "I just got here. What's going on?" Jim looked startled, but when he heard I’d only just arrived, his shoulders relaxed. His friends hurried out to smooth things over.

James then turn to Morgan “do you know this man by chance because he clearly followed you all the way here I’m sure you’re the one he wants Morgan I have no idea who this man is and besides we can’t see his face and the voice I do not recognize James we should have called the cops when I initially told you he clearly doesn’t seem like your coworker now does he Morgan I’m sorry James but I had no idea this this is how it would turn out The stranger began to laugh hysterically interrupting James and Morgan’s conversation and then turn to James to ask him a question Stranger would you consider yourself to be a good man James James-“ what the hell are you talking about why are you making it seem

**** **** Thousand of miles away from Arabella and her unfortunate predicament, a door opened, a figure rushed through, and a phone was presented. The figure looked down at the article, then pinched his fingers on the screen, zooming in to the face he saw. A face he recognized. Satisfaction curdled in his stomach. He found her. . TBC

I distracted myself by playing games on my phone in the crowded waiting hall until I felt a gentle tap on my back. I turned around slowly and my mouth dropped open with disbelief. There he was. The stranger from the club. He looked incredibly different. His face was pale, and there was a single crutch right underneath his right arm. A smug smile lingered on his face as he met my eyes and nodded slowly, "It's a small world, isn't it?" He asked. I shuffled my feet, taking a few steps away from him, "Oh, you again?" "Yeah." I glanced around desperately, hoping that Charles would pop out of the crowd and punch this smirk off this stranger's face before pulling me away.