Strangers Chapter One Novels & Stories

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

Betrayal seeded through blood and oath. A creak in the corridor. She snapped her lantern low—heartbeat thrumming. Someone approached. Voice (calm): “You found them.” Lyra frozen—tensing. The stranger stepped inside—same silver hair, same cloak. Lyra (quiet): “Do you deny being among the living?” The stranger's lips curved. Stranger: “I am here by choice.” She moved closer, lips cool with resolve: Stranger: “They rebuild—chapters hidden in blood and ritual.”

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

I joked. Stephan exhaled. “He looks nicer than me. More innocent.” “Nah, you got the same eyes.” I said seriously. “But take it with a grain of salt, I am just a stranger after all.” “Yeah, and you've figured me out much faster than anyone else.” He chucked again. “Even Whitney?” Stephan didn't answer, but turned to me. We stared at each other, both trying to figure out what this energy between us was. Or maybe it was just me–after all he had traveled all this way just to break up Whitney’s wedding.

as though it had never existed. Only one fragment remained. "...since the first chapter." The White Tree groaned. Its branches stretched toward the fractured sky, where rivers of forgotten worlds continued to gather. Then— Every candle went out. Again. Complete silence. No heartbeat. No wind. No voices. Only darkness. A single footstep echoed from beneath the staircase. One. Another. Then another. Someone... was climbing. The First Reader did not move. The Stranger slowly stepped in front of Adrian. "You cannot look into its eyes."

Livid, she hurled her phone at the mirror. "Melanie! You'd go to these lengths over a man?!" She brushed off her agent's protests and sped off to the Shaw Group's headquarters. She wanted to get some answers! However, when she got to the Shaw Group's skyscraper, she did not even make it past the front doors. The receptionist, all smiles but ice-cold, blocked her way. "Sorry. Ms. Shaw has given strict instructions: no unauthorized visitors allowed." "Unauthorized? I'm her sister!" Jennifer exploded.

Isabella’s POV…. “Stop screaming, what the hell” the stranger said standing up, exposing me to chiseled abs and perfect muscles as he tried to dress up. “What the hell happened, and why am I here, did you take advantage of me you bastard!!” “Hey hey, calm down you're in my hotel room we left the club together” I threw a pillow at him and screamed “You kidnapped me and raped me you sick fuck” I yelled back at him as he got dressed

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.