Strangers Chapter One Novels & Stories

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

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.

Before I know it, a heavy hand rises up my seat, who’s that person? “Hey!” I yell to the stranger, but he does not listen, he carries me, tossing me on his broad shoulders, in everyone’s eyes. “Put me down!” I yell, my cheeks flushing hard. People stare at us, and the worst thing is I can’t see the stranger’s face. People’s eyes follow me. Nothing to see here folks, just mind your business! I hear the clinking of the door, and only then does the stranger drop me, only for me to land on the bed.

WARNING!! There is a 20% brutal scene in this chapter. NALANI It seems like I'm in another situation now that I don't know when it started. I don't know why there had to be two men holding me left and right with the crowd—it seemed we were in a field and in the middle of it was a stage where a man had his neck placed below the blade that was also placed on the upper part of the frame.

An elderly man's face surfaces. "Um ... Hello" I commenced not sure of how to start the conversation. "Hello. How may I help you ?" the man asked. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, you'd know he's just managing his life. "Actually my car got hit by someone earlier and he gave me a card to bring my car for fixing" I explained handing him the card . He accessed the card and a smile follows which I found kinda weird . "Come in" was what he said before turning around inside . My brows furrowed in confusion Nevertheless, I followed him. I almost choked at the unusual weird smell that was formulating in the room. Everywhere was dirty and full of grease.

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

They will ruin you! She has stuck to this rule without questions and has successfully withdrawn herself from people. But someone is not willing to let her be. Instead, he is bent on unravelling the mystery around her. when I went for my group study the following week. I stood among the group members with my textbook spread opened on my palms. I tried to speak but couldn't. All I did was stutter. This reminded me of my first day with Veronica; how I couldn't make one good sentence.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

Clutching her father’s hand, Anita proceeded down the aisle, her heart beating erratically in her chest. She stared ahead and saw the Stranger standing there, splendid and breathtaking, in a white Armani suit. His friend was standing behind him. The Stranger’s eyes never left mine as I walked toward him. And it felt like walking towards my doom. Anita took a deep breath; her insides turned somersaults, her thighs shook, and her legs turned to jelly. She stumbled, and the Stranger reached out and grabbed her before she fell. “Oops, sorry.” She was embarrassed. Mr. King looked down at her.

Luna and Grayson turned to face the small gathering as Helena stood, prepared to give a toast. "I'm not good at emotional speeches," Helena began, "but Luna and Grayson have inspired me to try. Six months ago, we were strangers brought together by tragedy and secrets. Luna had just discovered she had sisters. Grayson was uncovering the truth about his family's crimes. I was consumed with revenge."