Strangers Stories Novels & Stories

A stranger. What's wrong with my life?

His hands move while he talks, his eyes brighten, and for the first time since finding him, he stops looking haunted. Luxe washes the plates, Varen and Milo fight when he discovers we made him look for nothing. While I sit with the stranger in front of the fire. Listening quietly. Because somehow, this strange boy from a world I’ve never seen before is sitting at our table and bringing the entire outside world with him. And that night, he tells me over a hundred stories. Most of them fictional. But I love every single one.

The stranger. He’s here

Each conversation deepened their bond with the community they had unwittingly become a part of. ‌ As the sun set, casting a warm and gentle glow over the village, Carlin and Vanya returned to the very spot where their day had commenced. They gazed out at the serene landscape, their hearts brimming with a newfound understanding of the profound impact of human narratives. ‌ In a hushed tone, Carlin spoke, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "It's strange, you know. I used to perceive the world as a realm of nameless faces. Yet, being here, I've come to realize that behind each stranger lies a unique story waiting to be heard."

What the hell was this uncle telling him to dance with strangers. "But uncle I'm waiting for Daddy .." Aiora's words were interrupted because Ellthan held out his hand. "Dance with me miss?" Ellthan stretched out his hand to look deeply at Aiora. Aiora swallowed his saliva. Damn why Ellthan is so handsome. As if bewitched by Aiora, she welcomes Ellthan's big hand.

I wished I could look back at the way this began with fondness; maybe it would make the circumstances bearable, but waking in the bed of a stranger on the wrong side of town didn't lend itself to memories I wanted to cherish. But hell, neither did the day, that preceded the night, that changed my life.

"I've heard that too. Apparently, Mr. Nakamura’s parents have been trying to push them together, but he's not having any of it. He keeps things strictly professional." Francis chuckled. "It's like a soap opera around here sometimes. Everyone has their own version of the story." Via listened, her mind swirling with the different accounts. She had noticed Raizen's professionalism and distance during their interactions. Still, Stacey's presence and the rumors added a layer of complexity she hadn't anticipated. "I didn't realize there was so much gossip about them," Via admitted, slightly overwhelmed. "I guess it just threw me off when I saw her." "Don't let it get to you, Via," Jessica said, pa

The bell above the door tinkled as she entered, greeted by the rich scent of old books and the soft murmur of pages turning. There, among the shelves lined with stories waiting to be explored, Marvis encountered Julian. His eyes, like the well-worn pages of the novels surrounding them, held a depth that piqued her curiosity. Engaged in conversation, they explored the labyrinth of literature, exchanging thoughts on life, dreams, and the shared pursuit of reinvention. Julian, a master storyteller with an eloquent charm, revealed fragments of his journey—a narrative woven with mystery and resilience. As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow w

Together, we step forward to meet our uncertain future head-on, our bond stronger than ever in the face of adversity. The strangers, a group of four, are dressed in attire that's unfamiliar to our region. Their garments are adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at a culture vastly different from our own. As they approach, I notice the way their eyes dart around, assessing their surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution. “Good afternoon,” one of them says, stepping forward with an air of authority. His voice is smooth, his words accented with a cadence that's foreign to my ears. “I am Alaric, and these are my companions. We come seeking shelter and assistance.”