Strangers Chapter One Novels & Stories

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

Asked Shana, interrupting the stranger and changing the topic. "Nothing. I just wanted to kill you", said the stranger. He stared at her intensely and his stare made shivers run down Shana's spine. Shana is ready to run away from the man but unfortunately, the man is faster than her. Her mouth was covered with a cloth and soon after Shana felt dizzy before losing consciousness.

The reflection in the mirror smiled—her own face, moving without her. And the woman inside whispered, “You don’t belong here, stranger.” --- End of Chapter 1 Next: “Chapter 2 – The Lady in the Mirror”

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

But why is he here now and we can still eat together. That's why Noah is confident, he says he will take care of it and they will get along well. I want to start eating because the taste of this creamy pasta is in front of me. But even one move made me struggle because of the stares, and the mute people around me. Fortunately, Eliz isn't here to add to the eyes that are looking at me. Oh, right. She’s not aware of my pregnancy yet. I wonder what her reaction would be, especially Trina.

Dis⁠belief. Then anger. Mark stepp⁠ed⁠ forward⁠. "You know nothing." The‌ strang⁠er shrugged. "I know enough." Another tense silence fo‍llo‌wed. A‍va's head fe⁠lt dizzy. Everyt⁠hing was happening too fast. Firs‌t Noah. Then Dan‍i‍el. Then⁠ the kidnappin‍g. Now this. ⁠How‌ many se‍crets could one family possibly have?

The weight of betrayal hung in the air as I awaited Abigail's response. Abigail's eyes met mine, and her struggle against the initial strangers momentarily halted. "No, I didn't bring them here. I don't know who they are," she asserted, her voice strained yet genuine. The desperation in her eyes mirrored my own sense of confusion. The strangers remained silent, their faces obscured by masks and shadows. The air crackled with tension as I searched for answers in their stoic expressions. Abigail and I found ourselves unwilling captives, caught in the crossfire of enigmatic forces converging in the small confines of the hut.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.