Synonym For Strangers Novels & Stories

"You and me can try as much as possible to be nice to each other every other day we run into ourselves without putting a label on it" "What does that mean?" "It means we can still be friends without actually being friends" He covered the remaining distance between us and held me across the shoulders. With his eyes holding mine hostage yet again. "So you are saying we can be strangers and friends at the same time?" I answered with a shrug. "Well if you put it that way then I guess yes" His hands fell back to his side with bloodshot eyes and a growl. A little snort escaped my lips at his obvious reaction.

What I wouldn’t give to have her back, to have our life back, to know that I’m not doing every single thing wrong. I look at the strangers around the table, and somehow I feel lonelier than I felt in the swamp, even the last few years when I did most everything on my own. These men aren’t companions. They’re strangers, and if I know anything about strangers, it’s that they intend to hurt me.

LATTON woke up, her head lying on a bare chest. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his light brown eyes, only to see a stranger beside her. “Who are you?” she asked in confusion and fright, then grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The guy beside her just stared at her and didn’t respond. Shortly she heard a voice from the other side of the room, “Seems like you enjoyed last night too much,” Lucian replied mockingly. She gasped, “What’s happening?” She inquired in bewilderment.

I asked again, "What is my connection with him? Is he my best friend? Cousin? Brother?" Pressing his lips together, he let out the word, "Mate!"

"Is that so?! But I feel strange!" "Sometimes people do feel strange when they first experience falling in love, especially if it comes unexpectedly, but eventually, you'll get used to it." Jaxter heard this and immediately furrowed his brow deeply, his face showing disbelief. He didn't know if he didn't believe the man's words or if he was denying something within himself. "What did you say? I'm in love?! Don't be ridiculous!" Jaxter retorted, feeling the man was speaking nonsense. How could someone like him feel love? His satisfaction was different.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

asked Eros annoyed. Jane thought for a moment. "They're so boring! I want to meet random guys so I can get nervous and all," Jane said casually. If most people are afraid or hesitant to meet strangers, Jane wants to meet and get to know strangers. Eros shook his head slowly. Jane's quirks have no cure. "If you don't want to come, I'll sign up myself, who knows I might find the perfect date there!" cried Jane as she left the pool. Eros took a deep breath. The girl had completely lost her mind. There are no good, perfect men on dating apps like that. Applications like that only contain people without work.

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

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.

"Strangers on our turf. You know how I feel about this." Of course, I knew. Declan had been firm about the tribe's rules; our territory was sacred and should stay untouched by outsiders. He wore his laws like armor, shielding himself from the chaos of the world around him. I, on the other hand, often didn't share his strict beliefs. Diversity could lead to innovation, but it could also cause conflict. Yet today, because of my inner turmoil, I found myself somewhat aligned with him. These strangers seemed not only undesirable to me, but above all, they turned my life upside down, creating a turmoil of unwanted emotions.