Synonym For Strangers Novels & Stories

"He will be fine." "You sound just like a stranger." My lips tilt in a rueful smile while looking down, I shake my head. "Thank you for coming, but if you don't mind, I would like to be alone." Pulling my hand from his, I keep it back in my lap. What I said is nothing but true because similar words I have been hearing from strangers' mouths since I have come here. These people know my dad and came to see him as soon as they found out about his attack, but to me, they are just strangers.

Days past and final it’s was the day The day where Maya Adams makes Vow to be married to a stranger she knows nothing about. Maya was in her wedding dress she looked all pretty but with a sad face then her stepmother walked into the room looking at her saying you look nice Aunty Doris I don’t think I can do this said Maya

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

She shrugged and I shook my head. "You won't understand, mum. And just so you know, my roommates in my second and third year respectively were something else. One was a noisemaker, playing music in high volume and the other was a home goer. Like. . .he went home every weekend like his life depended on it." I shook my head again. "And what's so bad about that? Do you think everyone is like you that avoids home like a plague? Tell me, why exactly do you stay away from home?"

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

For me, strangers are defined as people who can sell their loyalty, and betray their own, at any point in time. That was all these people were to me. Strangers in suits. Strangers eating my food. Strangers celebrating a version of me that didn’t exist. And then I remembered Annabelle again. I saw her before she saw me. Because we exchanged glances. Annabelle sat there…small, quiet, alone in a hall full of people who came for me, not for her. No friend. No mother. No sister. No one to whisper to her that she looked beautiful. And God… she did look beautiful.

“It’s up to you to answer this, but… who hurt you?” I sat properly at his question and opened up to this stranger. They say that strangers won’t judge you for your story because they know nothing of who you are. “My fiancé and my best friend.” Gio shuffled on his seat, I can feel him staring at me. “Shit, you’re serious.”

I blink before looking for the best way to phrase my words. “I’m just meeting him for the first time today so—” “He’s the son of the man who gave you shelter, the man who took you in when you had no one on your side and you’re calling him a stranger?” Her emphasis on the word ‘stranger’ is beginning to irk me now but I try to remain calm. “He’s the son of the man who was like a father to me which makes him synonymous to my brother. How can I marry my own—”

“Lo‍ok at this place. L‌ook at the people here. Does anyone seem fam‍iliar? Does anyone look like they care abou⁠t you?” I sc‍anned the are‌a again. Th⁠e strangers staring at me didn’t‌ look concern‌ed. They l‌ooked con‍fu⁠sed… annoy⁠e⁠d… maybe even re⁠lieved that I was leaving. Th⁠ei‍r e‌yes held no w⁠a⁠rmth, n⁠o rec‍ognit⁠ion. Nothing.

‎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.