Strangers Chapter One Novels & Stories

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

“I appreciate every beautiful thing I see, humans and things alike, but...but right now, you have approximately three minutes to explain who that hottie was. And why he look like he yearns.” Yearns? Leave it to Chloe to project her book men into reality. I blinked. “What? No one use that word anymore.” “The man who just dropped you off. The one all in your business, heh! You were blushing at like a teenager.” She raised an eyebrow. “Start talking.” I glanced toward Lily's room, then back at Chloe's expectant face. There was no getting out of this. “He's the stranger,” I whispered. Her hand went still where it had been reaching for her phone. “The stranger? What stranger? Everyone is a strang

**Isabella's POV** I stared at the stranger across the booth like he’d just offered to sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. “Destroy him with you?” I repeated, voice hoarse from running and screaming and pure rage. “What is this, a Marvel movie? Who even are you?” He didn’t answer right away. He just leaned back, unbuttoned his soaked coat with slow, deliberate fingers, and let the silence stretch until it felt like foreplay. Rainwater slid down his throat and disappeared under the crisp white shirt clinging to his chest.

His fingers came away red. He collapsed on top of her. His body was heavy. Patra pushed him off. She crawled away, gasping for air. She looked at Dolph. He was lying on the floor, his hand pressed to his neck. Blood seeped between his fingers. His eyes were open, but they were not seeing anything. He was fading. At that moment, there was a loud bang on the apartment door. “POLICE! OPEN UP!” The door burst open. Four police officers rushed in. They stopped when they saw the scene.

Then he dialed Ivy again. The automated voice responded. “The number you are trying to reach is not reachable.” Julian’s heart dropped. Not reachable? His mind started connecting terrible possibilities. A murder happened. Her phone is unreachable. She hasn’t come home. Could she be… Suddenly… there was movement at the far end of the street. Julian’s eyes caught the movement. Something moved in the shadows of a narrow alley. The figure seemed to be carrying and struggling with something heavy. He looked away immediately, pretending not to notice. He knew that whoever that was, wouldn't want to be seen, else he'll hunt whoever sees him.

His eyes locked on the stranger and his chest filled with fury. The stranger's calmness remained unflappable. He tucked the journal under his arm and whispered. “Do you understand now, fox? This is how it always ends. One by one…everyone disappears.” Vincent growled, his voice echoing in the void. “Not her.” But before he could strike again, the stranger snapped his fingers. The darkness around them crumbled into dust. The city reappeared for just a moment—then faded into nothing. And Vincent realized too late—that even he was disappearing too.

He knew my name. ************************************************************************************************************* Chapter 2 Serene’s pov A stranger’s arms held me captive in the crowd, his voice a low murmur in my ear that knew my name. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, but my body refused to obey the command to run. His hands began a slow, deliberate journey down the bare skin of my legs and back up the sensitive curve of my inner thighs. I pushed against his hold, a silent struggle lost to the press of bodies. This was Nola’s fault, I thought with a surge of frustration, for dragging me into this pulsing, suffocating sea of people. For a sing

“You think it’ll reach out?” “I don’t think,” she said. “I know.” He moved to stand beside her. “You’re the blueprint.” She nodded slowly. “And that means it won’t disappear. It’ll come looking for what created it.” “Which is?” She met his eyes. “Me.” Final Scene – Unknown Location Somewhere in a crowded city, in a dim café filled with laughter and music, a stranger sat by the window. He looked ordinary—brown hair, tired eyes, quiet demeanor. A book in one hand. Coffee in the other.

Three The stranger could detect the strong scent of alcohol on Florence’s breath despite the scent of rain hitting the dry ground, but he refrained from making any judgmental comments. He observed her distress, her tears flowing freely, and he understood very well that she was going through a difficult time and everyone did go through something somewhere. Even earlier, from the safety of his car, he had witnessed her collapse onto the sidewalk, her cries echoing through the rain. He knew that she was not the only person in her suffering, that everyone, in their own way, was battling their own demons. He was battling his own demons as well.

If there were ten, where was the last one? I spotted the shadow too late. I spun around and met the last one holding a knife. There was no way I could avoid it from this close. I braced for the impact, except it didn't happen. Looking up, confusion rose when I saw them. The Stranger was fighting the last thug. He pulled the thug away until they rolled away on the street struggling for dominance. My heart flew to my throat as the knife entered his shoulder. It didn't seem to faze the Stranger however as he placed the gun directly against the man's chest. Three gunshots and, and then…silence.