Synonym For Strangers Novels & Stories

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

I loved walking through town, seeing the citizens, and making new friends. Everything was fun until I grew up, and everything became business. I don’t go when I want to; I go when I have business to attend. It sucks. People stopped and waved at us as we were moseying down the road. Everyone’s eyes were glued to me as their pupils lit up. Nobles were everywhere. You can tell by the way they are dressed. Very easy to spot. But chaos brewed once one saw me great. ~ Anisel ~

she replied with a chuckle, her tone light and playful. "The stranger smiled,okay I am not trying to be cheesy but I really think I have seen this face somewhere.” The stranger's words sparked a moment of intrigue, leaving Sophia wondering if their paths had crossed before in a way she couldn't quite recall. The stranger's comment left Sophia curious, and she found herself studying his face, trying to place him. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. "I'm Sophia, one of the new recruits."

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

‎Ryo..... ‎ ‎Thank God you are awake, a stranger's voice reach my ear's as soon as I woke up. ‎ ‎I knew I couldn't be David voice, I knew that instantly, even though my head was pounding and my thoughts were slow and heavy. David voice was familiar, safe in a way that had nothing to do with comfort. ‎This voice was slow and steady like some one who is supposed to be here. ‎ ‎My heart jumped hard in chest.

He spoke in hushed tones, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and secrecy. "You think you know the truth, but there is more to the story," the stranger whispered, his eyes darting around as if afraid of being overheard. "Beware of those closest to you, for not everyone is who they claim to be." Before we could inquire further, the stranger disappeared into the crowd, leaving us with more questions than answers. Who was this enigmatic figure, and what did they mean by "those closest to you"? Our minds raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last.

Stranger: a person whom one does not know or with whom one is not familiar. Sophia’s POV “You’ve been avoiding me” I was on my way downstairs to get my breakfast and then leave for work alone as usual when I bumped into Henry as he was standing at my doorstep. “You startled me,” I said. I walked out on him not wanting to hear anything else from his mouth. “I didn’t mean to. I just thought I needed to talk to you about your recent attitude towards me” He declared.

She was slightly confused when he suddenly froze in place and locked his eyes on her. Could it be that her smile was that creepy? She winced at the thought before hearing him chortle out of the blue. "Because we're strangers," he said, making her head tilt to the side. "We're strangers with no connection; no relation; no history-we have nothing and got nothing to do with each other," he gave her a quick smile before gazing back at the sunset. "There are things we can't tell the people we care for because we don't want them to worry. We don't want to be a burden. And that's the reason why opening up to a stranger is sometimes easier-you can just spit out everything you wanted to say without f

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

Even knowing the probability was so slim. But even with a one-in-ten-thousand chance, he was willing to wait. This time, Ethan sat in a corner café as usual. He looked around aimlessly—this had become his mechanical action and instinct. Deep down, he already knew he was unlikely to encounter Isabella. After all, in such a vast sea of people, when he didn't even know which city she was in, how could he possibly find her? But if he didn't do this, he didn't even know what point there was to living.