Talking To Strangers Novels & Stories

"We had dinner with a family friend and his fiancee this night" "It must have been a fulfilled day then " Only if he had been there, he would have had another definition of 'fulfilled ' I told him all about the dinner and he was so silent that I almost thought the call had cut till he hummed. "She could be anti social," He said. "I'm not familiar with that." "The thing is, people react differently around strangers depending on mood. There are some people who just don't know how to act." "That could be the case."

In the end, I kept my face straight in front of me, staring right at the window. I heard someone chuckled and I flinched when a warm breath whispered in my right ear. "That's cute." I cursed myself silently when I felt my lips almost curling upward. My weakness is good-looking guys! Good thing I was able to control myself before smiling like an idiot. "Sorry, but I don't talk to strangers." I said as I tried too hard to keep a poker face. "But you're talking to me right now."

In the dimly lit ambiance that encased them, Adina, with a heart that beat like a solitary drum in the quietude of the night, dared to break the stifling silence, her inquiry delivered with a softness akin to the delicate whisper of the wind through autumn leaves, "Do you, by any chance, find yourself engaging in such conversations frequently?" Asher, bearing an air of nonchalance that masked a deeper enigma, replied, "Talking to strangers? Rarely, if at all." But his answer carried with it a subtle undertone that suggested Adina's question, while pertinent, had narrowly grazed the surface of what lay beneath.

He asks and I turn towards him with a scowl. “Can you not talk to me? I need to be alone, take a damn hint.” He looks at me perceptively like he is trying to get inside my head and I look away. “You can talk to me you know?” “Aww. So sweet of you but I don't go discussing my problems with strangers.” That came out rude, right? “The thing about strangers, you can tell them anything. Seems like you had a rough day." Ugh! “Worst day of my life and I would really appreciate your silence.”

“I didn’t feel good. I had many things running through my head. I thought that maybe that was the reason you decided to come on vacation here, to see her.” “I just met her last night. I was having a drink and she came over and joined me. Whatever you saw is not what happened at all. We were just two strangers having a conversation about our lives.” “Why were you having a conversation with a stranger about your life?” She asked. “I don’t know. I just needed someone outside to talk to about what I was feeling and she happened to be there.” “So you talked about me?” “Yes. A little bit. But do you feel better now?”

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

I sob loudly. "Want to talk?" "With you? Sorry, but I mean, I don't even know you." "Sometimes that's the best thing. Talking to a complete stranger can be easier, than talking to someone who is involved." "I don't know. And I mean, shouldn't you be taking care of other patients?" "My shift ends in five minutes, you're my last patient I needed to check on." Is it really easier talking to a stranger? I don't know, but there's something in the way he talks, smiles at me and his eyes, that makes me want to spill.

he replied. "Maybe you're not , but you and my problems are similar , you both just don't seem to go away!" I retorted. "You can talk to me " he said calmly and I scoffed. "Tell my problems to a total stranger and appear weak ?!, Thank you I'll pass" "Strangers are the best kind of people to talk to , because after today you won't be seeing me again " he replied. "You're very intrusive, you know that?!" I replied.

What the hell was this uncle telling him to dance with strangers. "But uncle I'm waiting for Daddy .." Aiora's words were interrupted because Ellthan held out his hand. "Dance with me miss?" Ellthan stretched out his hand to look deeply at Aiora. Aiora swallowed his saliva. Damn why Ellthan is so handsome. As if bewitched by Aiora, she welcomes Ellthan's big hand.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.