The Familiar Stranger Novels & Stories

Branches scraping past in a blur of motion, snow exploding beneath fast footsteps. I blinked up… gold eyes. It wasn’t Drake’s storm-gray ones or Nick’s ice blue. But gold. Bright as sunlight streaking through the clouds. “Hold on,” the stranger muttered, his voice rough and steady. “I’ve got you.” Something in his tone reminded me of a memory that didn’t exist… one that wasn’t mine but felt familiar. Like a song you swear you’ve heard but can’t name. I grabbed onto his jacket, fingers digging into the fabric.

I thought he will take me to some fancy restaurant but I got surprised when I found out the destination to be a lakeside cafe. I always wanted to go there on my first date with Mr. Stranger which never happened. Even though I am trying not to but I am getting attracted to him. He seems familiar, as if I knew him from before. I don't know why this feeling keep coming to me whenever I am with him. In the party as well I felt he is familiar. Is he someone I knew? He reminds me of Mr.Stranger. He sensed me being a little comfortable and made many efforts to make me comfortable and even succeeded in it. I don't know how he did that? He told me about his school life that how he used to be a mischi

Nobody relaxed either. The stranger stopped beside Lucas. The two men stared at each other. No greeting. No warmth. Just history. A lot of history. Finally the newcomer spoke. "You disappeared." Lucas shrugged. "I needed time." "You've had over twenty years." Lucas smiled faintly. "I needed more." The stranger looked unimpressed. Then turned toward Grayson. Everything changed. Savannah felt it immediately. Recognition. Shock. Wonder. Like seeing a ghost. The stranger whispered something in a language nobody understood.

And as promised, I didn't say a word after that. He kept driving and called someone. " Adam Wilson, speaking...I will be there in three hours...... Yes, the flight was delayed a bit because of the bad weather..... I need a solution to that problem, immediately. " He said. I put the earphones in my ear and was lost in the melodious voice of my favourite singer. " Excuse me!! Will you please get up, I am already getting late." Someone shook my arm. I opened my eyes and was shocked to realise that I had slipped into slumber in the presence of a real stranger.

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.

I breathe out “Well fuck is right because you’re fucking fired!!” He yelled louder and ended the call I sat on the bed with my head between my hands. How the hell did I forget what day it is? What was I thinking? Well deep down we know what messed with my head, yes that’s right, it’s him. A fucking stranger that I wasn’t going to see again.

Veylor Caith is a creepy stranger who got into Ashwood about a month ago. Our town is such a forgotten place that seeing a new face is almost the same as seeing a ghost. We know everyone here, from their names to their family stories, so waking up one morning and finding a stranger walking around like he owned the ground was enough to get the whole town buzzing. He always carried a camera. Always. He moved slowly through the narrow paths, tilting his head like he was studying things we had long stopped noticing. Then he would lift the camera, take pictures, and smile to himself. Not at anyone else. Just himself. It made him even stranger.

I said when I remembered I hadn't thanked him for the dress. He just gave me a nod. Later, Ratna came and kept complaining about how she didn't have anyone to dance with. She is all alone blah blah and took him with her. The whole time, I felt his eyes on me. I know even though he was dancing with her his attention was on me. A boy exactly the same age as Devil came and asked me for a dance. He was quite handsome too. He had a dimple on his cheeks which made him more attractive. After he insisted like 1,000 times, I agreed to dance with him but deep down I was quite scared. He was a total stranger to me.

Strangely, it had gone undetected, which made the situation troubling. The man’s expression remained impassive. His eyes indicated that his thoughts were wandering. Suddenly, he remembered something that oddly troubled him. The man immediately stood up and left his office. As he passed through the main area of his home, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa, intently watching the TV. Her face clearly showed she was deeply focused on something. Jaxter, who had initially intended to head to the company he had left for several days, briefly diverted his steps toward his wife, curious about what was capturing her attention. The guards who had been following him paused in the hallway. "What are you

His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being. "Darn!" Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there. That was new! Really. And it felt both great and hard. It feels good, but it hurts her loins. She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop. A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.