The Familiar Stranger Novels & Stories

“Or someone wanted you gone. Totally out of their way.” A chill runs through me. He notices, steps closer. “Whoever did this, they knew what they were doing.” “Have you been able to figure out anything?” I ask. “I am still trying to look around for clues but nothing yet.” I nod, but my mind drifts. The memory of that stranger's touch flickers through my thoughts. Warm skin, the sound of his voice in the dark, that strange sense of familiarity I still can’t shake. It doesn't mean anything. It can’t. I don't even know him, and I don't think I will recognise him if I ever see him again.

The cloaked man in front of me, his long dark hair, and the aura around him seemed all eerily familiar to me, yet with my panic-hazed mind, I didn't know who it was still. I struggled against him and he seemed to press closer to me and that was when I smelt it. All my struggles ceased as I stared up at the man in shock, realization and familiarity finally clouding my brain. The scent that wafted off of him was enough to tell me that it was the mysterious stranger. The one who dropped Kiss Rock into my pocket on the day of the war, bumped into me, slammed me against a tree, and called me Ameris. The Kiss Rock stalker— was in front of me and I couldn't stop trembling.

Hbu? Stranger: from England. Me: wow. So u like Gage Stockholm? Stranger: not much. Why? Lol Me: but you typed it in your interests Stranger: damn. I just noticed that. Lol. I think my friends placed that there. isn't it late in NYC rn? Me: oh. it is. 4AM. Stranger: not going to bed, aren't we? Me: in a bit. what brings u in Omegle?

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

He lay flat on his back where the stranger had left him, his legs still trembling from the dual assault of the man's fingers and mouth, his thighs slick with the cooling, wet remainder of their shared undoing. Beside him, the mattress groaned. The stranger hadn't stood up to dress yet. He remained hovering in the dark, his broad, hot chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged intervals against Elias’s shoulder. The scent of raw cedar, river rain, and rich, unlit tobacco was thick on his skin—a signature so distinct it felt like an explicit clue, a corporate cipher waiting to be decoded. Elias turned his head slightly, his swollen lips parting against the damp silk. "You said it was time."

Camilla POV The more I stare at the stranger, the more convinced I was that he looks really familiar. “Fancy seeing you here” The familiar stranger struts towards me with a smirk “Do I know you?” I ask “You have forgotten me so soon? You promised to call” “I don’t remember that. Who are you really?” I ask again, already running out of patience. “I feel hurt that you don’t recognize me. Anyway I am..” “Asswipe” a voice helps him complete his sentence

I stopped at the contacts that I have not touched in years as I placed my hand over the name I finally called. It rang very long this time and just when I was about to end the call the line connected. “Somebody finally remembered me today.” The Familiar voice said. “You really sound the same.” I breathed. “Im glad to hear your voice even though you sound worried.” He said. “You always know how to read me.” I said. “So what do you want, Kennedy? Let's go straight to the point. He said. “I need your help.” I said immediately. He was silent for a while then he said. “I was really wondering when you were going to say that. So what type of trouble are you in this time?” he asked.

Cold and certain and dangerous in their quietness, the voice of someone who meant what they said in the absolute way that very few people meant anything. My heart knocked hard against my ribs. I could not see his face. The smoke was too thick and the veil kept catching and the chaos kept moving around us. Only the dark eyes, briefly, through the tulle. Only his heartbeat under my palms. Only the inexplicable, maddening, completely irrational sensation that I had been in this moment before. Not in memory. Somewhere deeper than memory. The stranger felt familiar in a way I could not account for. And for reasons I had no language for yet, that frightened me more than the guns did.

But just as he drove gently through the dim-lit road, Adrian suddenly slammed on the brakes with full force — his heart jolting as a figure appeared out of nowhere in front of him. “What the hell—?” Adrian hissed, voice tight with shock. He had nearly hit the person. His instincts screamed that it wasn’t a coincidence — the figure had deliberately stepped in his path. Under the rain that soaked his white shirt, the stranger stood motionless. His short blonde hair clung to his forehead, glistening with water under the dim lights. What made Adrian’s breath hitch was the face — a face that looked disturbingly familiar. “Looks like we’ve finally run into each other officially,” the strange man m

How I got kidnapped. How Ronan ended up on my doorstep. And most suspicious of all, how Ronan and Monica's sex tape went viral. I could still recall his voice at the club. The same familiar scent. "Found you, Little Cub." Everything was becoming clearer now. A wave of adrenaline washed through me as my heart pounded against my chest. Because the man standing before me might not just be the stranger from six years ago-he might also be the murderer of my ex. And those sinful eyes staring straight into my soul were now the beginning of my doom.