Strangers Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Now he must think that I'm strange. I lowered my gaze when I noticed the expression on his face and said, “Me and my boyfriend broke up, I just wanted to take someone home and pretend like the break-up didn't hurt,” I bit my lips so I wouldn't cry. “I'm sorry, I understand what you are saying but I can't do that, I don't know you, you might be a serial killer or something,” The stranger said and he did have a point.

"It's just a thought. If you're serious about this investor, marriage might be the way in. Think about it." "Marriage for a club membership? That's extreme, Wilson. I need to find another way, a real solution.....I can't afford to marry a stranger and go through what I went through with Ethan all over " "But what if you don't marry a stranger? "

He scoffed, repairing something that might have been broken inside of it. “If there’s something that links the whole world, it’s this. The early morning risers on their way to work stop by for coffee. The students on their lunch break, and the doctors from the hospital across the street hang out by the shed outside. The writer trying to perfect his screenplay would come by the evening and stay until nine in that corner—just him and his coffee. And there’s this old lady who says her birthday is everyday just to get a fifty percent discount” Benedict let out a chuckle and even Sofia did too.

said Romeo, Mark, and also Eros who was among them. "But I don't think it's easy for him to just run away, considering that by meeting Luna, Jake only goes to the small villages in this city!" said Eros, because that's the way it is. If Jake had gone far away, maybe they wouldn't be able to get hold of Luna now. Romeo and Mark kept hearing each other's stories Eros told them.

"I thought you should know, Amelia hasn't been answering my calls, and there have been some strangers at the house." Emma's concern grew as she listened. Strangers at her mother's house? What could be happening? She knew she couldn't face this situation alone, so she hurriedly made her way towards the building, her pink heels clicking against the concrete with determination. Curiosity gnawed at her as she pressed Rebecca for more details. "Tell me, who are these strangers?" Rebecca's voice quivered slightly. "A couple of days ago, I received a call from a government agency. A man named Lee spoke to me and said that a Maxwell West would be visiting."

Didn’t work. Not when Kane kept watching me like that. Like he noticed every little movement I made. I crossed my arms. “Can you stop staring at me?” “I’m doing my job.” “You’re being creepy.” “You’re being careless.” I spun toward him. “I am not careless.” Kane stepped closer slowly. “You post your location online every day.” “That’s literally my job.” “You trust strangers too easily.” “I don’t trust strangers.” “You let millions of them into your life.”

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

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.

“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.