Strangers Stories Novels & Stories

Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her. Each short clip drove a blade straight into my chest. That same man had reposted a thread asking, "What's your greatest achievement so far?" In the comments, he'd written: "My greatest achievement is stealing a rich man's wife, putting a cuckold's horns on him, getting her to bear my son—and even making her abort his child. "That idiot still thinks he has a perfect, happy family. Every day, he works his ass off, full of motivation, earning money for the three of us.

“I played on the swing, rode on the rocking horse, splashed water on Aunt Emily with my gun and I made new friends.” I chuckled softly. “That's good baby.” “And I met serious Uncle as well.” The knife slipped from my hand and hit the floor the moment I heard the name. “Are you okay mommy?” “Yeah.. yes baby, I'm, I'm fine” I smiled through my teeth. “Sweetheart,” I picked up the knife and placed it on the table, “but I told you not to speak with strangers anymore.” “But he was nice to me,” she protested. “I know baby,” I said softly. “But we don't know him, it's not safe for you,” I gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

Xavier Just as I promised Angela, I made the news disappear after two days. All I had to do was pay the right people and crash the already existing sites carrying the news. Angela and Daniel already began their friendship as per se. She drops by the hospital every day after work, making sure to be captured by the press. “Should I come in with you?” Lucas asked as he stared at Veronica’s house from the window. “she is home alone. Her husband traveled.” “watch the perimeter while I’m in there.” I don’t need nosey neighbors interrupting my discussion with her.

My eyes drifted to the floor. Then slowly… My mind started going somewhere I didn’t want it to go. Somewhere dark. Familiar. Dangerous. “…There’s always another way,” I whispered quietly. My fingers curled slightly on my lap. I knew that way. I knew it too well. I had lived it. Breathed it. Survived it. The club lights. The music. The stares. The money. Fast. Easy. No questions asked but my chest tightened. “At least then…” I whispered slowly, my voice low, “I wouldn’t be begging strangers for jobs.”

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."

he said advancing towards me grinning evily "and now that you've come crawling back in going to show you exactly what I'd do to those who stab me in the back" carrrrlllllooooossssssss noooooooooo gasps I jolted up drenched in sweat it was all a dream, thank heavens I wasn't back to that lunatic, I was here finally free of that monster, I'm here with a new one. one whom I know nothing about..... way to go Scarlett you've done it again....... you've made bad choices on men.... again I know I kind of panicked when nona told me all of those things about valerio... but I didn't expect it to bring back this nightmare, but I do know one thing tho, I am not sleeping on the same bed with that strange

She'd told them, when she arrived, the simplest version of a story that explained her presence without inviting questions. My husband travels for work, she'd said. I needed somewhere quiet while I wait for him. It wasn't entirely a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth either. She heard about the stranger from the woman who sold vegetables at the small market a foreigner, found near the forest road, can't remember his own name, the nurse says he's getting better though. Seraphina had nodded politely. Hadn't thought much of it. It was three days later needing supplies for a cough that had been bothering her, she enters the clinic while waiting for the drug and sees a man in a room and guessed t

Ruby shot back. Enough. His tone turned cold. Get something else for your grandmother. Do you think she's more important than Matilda Knight? I'm done arguing about this. As Matilda heard her own name, she went stiff. Matilda whispered, why are these uncouth strangers talking about me? Stunned, she reached for Ruby's hand in fear

I think it would be better if I talk to someone I don't know and listen to his opinion about my problems, I think it wasn't a bad idea at all. "Um, okay. So my parents kicked me out of the house when they found out that I'm gay. Then a man helped me, he fed me, dressed me, he takes me to places I've never imagined I could go, he even made one of my dreams possible. But then one day, he s-sold me to another man but I don't think he meant it, we were so drunk that night. The man who bought me takes me here to Mexico and then I managed to escape from them and now I'm here, trying to contact the man who sold me asking and begging him to come here and take me home, hoping that he'll save me for t

Strangers? "What are we to you? Strangers? Enemies? Or friends? You're the only one who can answer that question. Because you see, we admit that we are at fault here too. We're wrong for mistreating you. But if you see us as strangers now, we can still be friends anytime. Just don't come at us crying because they abused you. You see, if your man can kill a woman," she drops her hand and looked at me with cold, empty eyes.