Synonym For Strangers Novels & Stories

“And how did that turn out?” “Surprisingly, not bad," he responded and observed my taken-back expression, *You know the saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’. Yet, I wouldn't even call us friends, I don't associate myself with such people. Acquaintances seem much preferred in such a case. A good source of information I needed." “Surely they wouldn't just throw out such information to a stranger.” I opposed. “It's funny how these things work, Hades was no stranger to them, I simply sent my regards.”

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

Never had I imagined that she had already borne another man's child—and that, over a single jealous remark from Bobby, she had decisively aborted ours. The abortion certificate shown in that video was nothing less than a brutal mockery of all the love and devotion I had given her over the years. It was laughable—utterly, bitterly laughable. "If it's just a godchild, would he call you 'mommy and daddy'? What else do you have to say?" I looked at Cynthia indifferently. There was nothing left in my heart but ice. She faltered for a moment, guilt flickering across her face, but still retorted stubbornly, "What's there to explain? Kids don't know any better. Calling familiar adults 'mommy and dad

The puzzle pieces were scattered, and I was left to piece them together. With each encounter, a sense of familiarity gnawed at my consciousness. There was something about the way the stranger moved, the way their voice resonated, that stirred a distant memory within me. But try as I might, I couldn't put a face or a name to the enigmatic figure haunting my life.

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.

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."

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.

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