The Comfort Of Strangers Novel Novels & Stories

he asked. ​I smiled weakly. “I was chosen,” was all I said, and he immediately nodded as if he understood what I meant very well. Well, who doesn’t? ​“How is it like in there?” he asked. ​I rolled my eyes as I stood next to him, leaning against the tree as well. “Hell,” I stated bluntly. ​He laughed a short laugh as I chuckled. I don’t know why, but I feel like this stranger and I had a connection already. Maybe it’s because I hadn’t spoken to a normal human being in such a long time that I’m starting to take comfort even with strangers?

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

“And I’m really sorry for your loss.” I just stared at him, my throat tightening. There was something about him—something that made me feel… comfortable, like I could tell him anything and he would understand. It was strange. I didn’t know what to make of it and it unsettled me. He was a stranger, but he didn't feel like one to.

He sat down on the small bench beside the door and began wrestling with his laces with great concentration, his tongue pressed lightly between his teeth. I lingered awkwardly near the doorway, snow melting slowly from the edges of my coat and boots, suddenly very aware of how strange it was to stand inside a stranger's home with my suitcase still clutched in one hand. The warmth felt wonderful after the biting cold outside; it was the kind of warmth that reached into your bones and made you realise you had been colder than you knew, but it also carried the uncomfortable reminder that I had crossed some invisible line. Ten minutes ago, I had been a traveller stranded at a taxi stand with a br

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

Was she. I mentally slapped myself to pull out of my stupid thoughts. My mind was troubled all through the ride to my new apartment. Fortunately, cleaning and arranging my apartment distracted me from my thoughts. The agent got one of the rooms and parlours in a storey building, some distance away from school. The main occupant living in the building were married couples with children. I and one more guy were the only students living in that compound. I was comfortable with it because I felt the school environment was already choking me. It was dark when I finished arranging everything. I took a shower and prepared some noodles for myself, then laid on my bed with the thought of calling Vero

Like all the problems including her problems were on his shoulder? "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Terah asked. A laugh escaped from his lips. "So many questions, Terah. I am afraid I can't answer that. For now." That man! He had the audacity to laugh? He was the only one who liked the situation. Not her! "Who do you think you are? Don't ever call me again or whatever you are doing to me. You are nothing but a stranger. Remember that," she hissed. “FYI. What you are doing is a clear violation of my rights. You give me no choice but to be in this place.”

I just hope they would have eventually forgotten about me. "What do you want?" "Nothing." The stranger buries his hands in his slack pockets. "Good." Spinning on my heel, I turn and walk away. I breath a sigh of relief when I reach the dining area. Being close to that stranger really gave me the heebie jeebies. ==================================== Thanks for reading!