Strangers Chapter One Novels & Stories

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

Eli's knuckles were white where he clenched them, his face taut with tension and worry. I couldn't hold back a cold laugh. "You'll find out what I mean to do, Eli. Just not yet, because not everyone's here!" He froze. The next second, Karina's shrill scream tore through the dead-still hall below. "Father! Where are you! Get up here! This bitch Layla is waving a gun around in front of everyone. She's got no respect for our family at all!" The moment her cry died away, I smiled. "Have you lost your mind?"

The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited for the stranger to arrive. Finally, I heard the commotion of footsteps approaching my room. The door swung open, and there stood the stranger, his eyes filled with a kind and determined resolve. He extended a hand towards me, and without hesitation, I took it, feeling a rush of newfound strength and hope. The stranger had come to rescue me from Tristan, and I knew that my prayers had been answered. With his help, I would finally break free from this nightmare and find the salvation I had so desperately sought, for I was no longer alone in my struggle for freedom.

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

He yanked her forward violently and slammed her against the wall. Pain exploded through her head. A warm liquid immediately began trickling down her forehead. Blood. Lena's vision blurred. The stranger looked around quickly before pulling down his zipper. "No!" Lena cried. He grabbed her arm. Then forced her down onto her knees. Lena struggled desperately. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. Tears mixed with the blood running down her face. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse— A powerful force slammed into the stranger. The man flew backward and crashed onto the ground.

Layla collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and screaming, "Stop filming!" Lucas' face went pale. He trembled uncontrollably, unable to say a word.

The stranger’s eyes flicked downward instantly. “There,” they whispered. “That resonance.” Aria backed away instinctively. “Who are you?” The stranger looked at her carefully. For a long moment, they said nothing. Then: “I am the one who built the first prophecy.” The chamber went silent. Even the sanctuary seemed to recoil. Aria’s breathing slowed painfully. “No.” “Yes.” “You’re lying.” The stranger smiled sadly. “I wish I were.” Kieran wiped blood from his mouth slowly. His expression had become murderous.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

he asked. “Yes,” I replied quicker and sharper than I intended. I took a deep breath willing myself to calm down. “I don't mind. This is actually our first phone call, you know” He chuckled lightly, a sound that made my tummy rumble with butterflies. “Yeah I realize” “It feels…strange. And weirdly new” I muttered. “Good strange or bad strange?” he asked. “Good strange,” I said, biting my lip. He was quiet for some seconds, then he replied. “I'm glad it is”