The Familiar Stranger Novels & Stories

Their boots were caked with the day’s mud, their cloaks hung by the fire to dry, everything about them screamed the daily beta routine, steady, unbroken nothing was suspicious. They looked up when I entered, surprised, but not fearful. Not like men who had slipped away into the night to poison someone and then watch by the woods. I stood frozen in the doorway, my throat tight, my chest aching. It wasn’t Darren. It wasn’t Elara. It wasn’t Marv. It wasn’t Kellen. Then who was it? The stranger’s words tore back through me, sharp as glass. ‘You think you know your enemies, but you don’t even know who your real enemies are.’

I couldn’t afford to. Still, something gnawed at me. Something about this stranger—it was strange, unsettling… familiar. Like I should know them. Like I had seen them before in another life. And that only made the fear twist tighter in my gut. The stranger froze for only a second before taking off, sprinting into the dark. I just stood there, my chest tight and my teeth clenched. Who the hell was that? Something about him felt familiar, and that only pissed me off more. No way in hell was I letting him get away.

I almost sit up but fail and fall on the pillow back. "Hey, what's wrong?" Mr. Stranger is here. "You are sweating. Did you have any scary dreams?" He is wiping out my sweat. "Yeah, my familiar dream." I will stop to continue it. Maybe he understood and stopped his question. "It's okay. It happens." He intends to leave. I call him back, "Mr. Stranger." "Yes." He turns back. "Thank you." I give him a smile. "Why?" He cups my cheek.

KATE ‘I will help you remember’. What that mysterious stranger has said seemed to bother me although I have no idea what he meant. Remember what exactly? Did he know something about me that I didn’t? The fire crackled and it danced in my line of vision. Some of the people in our circle had started to hum as one of our group strummed the guitar. They were playing a familiar song. However, my mind was elsewhere. It was bothering me that the mysterious stranger seemed familiar.

Lucas stared in total confusion, trying desperately to remember. Nothing came, not even a single memory. The stranger continued talking. "Why did you disappear on me, hmm?" Lucas opened his mouth, but then closed it again. The man's face remained unfamiliar. Not even a little recognition surfaced. The silence seemed to prove what Zenith heard. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He smiled. "You're coming home with me tonight." His hand landed lightly against Lucas's chest. "Sweet pie..." Lucas stiffened. Something about the familiarity felt wrong. Not dangerous yet but it was just overwhelming.

I fell in love with him when he was Jack. Although, I honestly don't know if I ever really knew who “Jack” was. The doctors say his condition is rare. Therapy might help, but there's no guarantee he’d ever fully recover. I only knew a few things to be absolutely true about him. He was the last living member of an old and incredibly wealthy family called "Weston," he lived alone in a humongous mansion hidden in the Canadian wilderness, he had an incredibly rare mental illness that made him believe he was a different person nearly every day, and I was hopelessly in love with him.

Karen - Latton's nurse Boris - Russian Cartel Igor - One of Boris' men Sarah - Maid in the Ripley Manor Thanks for supporting Hey, Stranger!

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

Sam shook his head as he tried to reach Jane. "What's the car like?" asked Sam as soon as Jane picked up the call from him. "The van is black, I can't remember the details, but it looks very old and neglected!" said Jane quickly. "Jane, make sure your number is always active, maybe Luna will call you later," Sam asked and then ended the call. "Show me your wife's number, I will track her location through her number!" exclaimed Romeo who was still busy with the display of so many CCTVs on his computer monitor.

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."