Novel & Cerita Strangers From Hell Character

Then, she found herself in El Paraiso, a small town with breathtaking beauty. El Paraiso was ruled by the Saldieguez, from politics to business. Her path crossed to the CEO of Nirvana Hotel and the youngest of Saldieguez named Luther. In Paradise Club, where all fantasies happened, the two of them had an agreement—to be “Strangers with Benefits”. With Eura being a brokenhearted widow and Luther as a troublesome playboy CEO, will things work between the both of them? Will the “Strangers with Benefits” contract between them work? Because the both of them know, at the end of the day . . . they’re just strangers to each other.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

She didn’t stop walking. At the mailboxes, she heard the elevator door open behind her and instinct made her glance back. He was tall. Broad shoulders. Hands in the pockets of a black hoodie. His head was tilted slightly, watching her. Not with a smile or a greeting, just steady observation. His eyes were a strange gray, not pale, but flat, like slate under shadow. His face was sharp, handsome in a way that felt accidental, like someone had carved his features in a hurry and left no softness behind.

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

Even through the storm, I can tell. But Damon still doesn’t lower his guard. If anything, he becomes more alert. And that only means one thing— They are not from this pack. One of the strangers steps farther into view. Tall. Broad. A scar cuts across his jawline as rain pours down his face. His eyes land on Damon first. Then flick toward me. Recognition flashes there immediately. “Well,” the stranger drawls slowly, “this is interesting.” Damon’s arm tightens fractionally around my waist.

I had been filled with fear. However, this time, the corners of my lips curled up in a cold smirk. When Raymond saw my expression, he could not help but feel puzzled. Soon, we heard the sounds of quick footsteps closing in. Several people ran to the park. They were all dressed in black, and they wore caps and face masks. They almost blended into the night. The man in the lead rushed forward. He yanked Raymond off me and immediately threw a punch at him.

She wasn’t reaching out to her brother— She was reaching out to him. And now all I can think is— Damn him. Damn that Salvador bastard. Whatever happened to her, whatever put her in this state, I know he’s tangled in it somehow. Reigan Sin Salvador. Even his name sounds smooth, dangerous… too damn perfect. A sinful creature wrapped in a beautiful name. And God help him when I find him.

Lotte was filled with terror once more… Only this time it was twice as bad. Those eyes - They were stone cold and reflecting with a weird glow that the girl could not place. The stranger was shielded by a hoodie made from a thick material. Charlotte was frozen in place as she unsuccessfully attempted to make out any other features that on this figure she could identify later, if she needed to. It appeared to be more shadow than flesh. “Hello!” The girl tried calling out. “Do you have a phone on you?”

I said. “Where? Should I drive you?” he asked. I snapped my head at him. “Why? You're bored and looking for a plaything to pass the time with?” I asked harshly. His brows creased. “What?” “Listen, Aaron, you don't like me, I get it, stop confusing me. One minute you're nice, the next minute you're shouting at me. Sometimes you make me feel like we are buddies and other times, you remind me that we are nothing but strangers to each other”

Then heavy boots pounded against the pavement as yet another figure strode into the chaos—this one different. A stranger. Tall, cloaked in a long coat, his face shadowed, but his presence made even the thugs falter. His voice was low, calm, dangerous. “That’s enough.” Dain stiffened, his jaw clenching as recognition flickered in his eyes. Soren froze, staring at the newcomer, his heart hammering with a new kind of dread. Who was he? Ally—or yet another enemy?