Strangers Chapter One Novels & Stories

The stranger who brings the stew dish places it on the bedside table. As the stranger places it, Gianni’s stomach rumbles loudly. “It seems you are hungry,” the stranger says with a silent smile. “I am,” Gianni stops his acting. He sits on his bed. “Oh,” the stranger is significantly taken aback. “You are already awake. Have you been awake all this time?” “I was pretending to sleep until I smelled the fragrance of that bouillabaisse stew.” “You must be hungry,” the stranger says as he moves the bedside table closer to Gianni. “You can eat now.”

She thought he had found her, that he was going to hurt her or break something in her body again, but it turned out he wasn't the one. She opened my eyes slowly and saw the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. How could someone be that perfect? He looked so pale, like the vampires in Twilight, but vampires don't exist, do they? There was something about his eyes, holding so much pity or worry for her. She had never seen this stranger before, so how could he suddenly pity her when he didn't even know who she was or her story? "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scream," She managed to say after staring at him for God knows how long.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

Everything stopped. The Stranger offered a sad, fragile smile. It was a hopeful expression—the look of a man who had waited in the dark for a very, very long time. "Hello," he murmured softly. Ava stared at him, her chest heaving as she remained motionless for several seconds. Then, hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her lashes. Across the globe, the entire human race watched in absolute confusion as Ava took a deliberate step forward, reached out, and pulled the Stranger into a tight, fierce hug.

"Then I'll remember again." The cracks stopped. The lights returned. The stranger watched them silently. Then he whispered, "That's why the beginning never ended." Elara turned. "What?" The stranger pointed ahead. A door appeared. It was smaller than the others. Plain. White. No symbols. No warnings. No name. Just a simple door. Elara approached it. "What is behind this?" The stranger answered, "The first memory." She reached for the handle. Before she could open it, Elias caught her wrist.

Her breath caught. It had been a long time. Too long. And it shouldn’t be this. Not to the sound of a stranger’s voice. Not to someone she hadn’t spoken to. Not to someone she couldn’t trust. But her body didn’t care about any of that. When she came, it was quiet. Shallow. Shameful. The kind that left a sting behind her eyelids. She didn’t sleep again. The next day was warm. The kind of dry heat that stuck to the skin and made clothes feel too tight.

Let them choke on it. Let them all choke. The car door closed behind me, and only then did I let my breath shudder out of me. My hands trembled so badly I almost dropped my phone. My pulse hammered like I’d survived a battlefield. I pressed my forehead to the cool glass of the window, whispering to the stranger in the reflection. “Phase One complete.” But my lips were trembling. And my heart ached because I could still feel the weight of his eyes on me. ##

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

I immediately went to his dormitory. When I arrived outside the men’s dormitory, I saw Samuel standing at a corner near the entrance. I saw him talking to someone. He looked fishy, and I found it strange. I quietly crept closer to him. It turned out that the person he talked to was Raymond!