The Familiar Stranger Novels & Stories

Yet I did not feel any memory gaps but there was something familiar about the stranger's voice, a haunting cadence that tugged at the fog in my mind. “You seem… familiar,” I murmured, almost to myself. “Have we met before?” For a heartbeat, something flickered in his gaze, pain, raw and quick. Then it was gone, replaced by the same careful calm. “Perhaps,” he said. “The world can be smaller than we think.”

"Conference Room Three." Adrian frowned. Conference Room Three hadn't been used in months. He slowly walked toward it. Every instinct told him to turn back but instead, he pushed the door open. The lights were off. Only the city lights illuminated the room. A man sat quietly at the far end of the table. His face hidden in shadow. "I've been waiting," the stranger said. Adrian froze. That voice... It sounded strangely familiar. “Who are you?" The man leaned forward just enough for the light to touch his face and Adrian's heartbeat stopped. “No..." The colour drained from his face. “You..."

I said. “Where? Should I drive you?” he asked. I snapped my head at him. “Why? You're bored and looking for a plaything to pass the time with?” I asked harshly. His brows creased. “What?” “Listen, Aaron, you don't like me, I get it, stop confusing me. One minute you're nice, the next minute you're shouting at me. Sometimes you make me feel like we are buddies and other times, you remind me that we are nothing but strangers to each other”

I blurt out. There’s a bit of silence first, then everyone starts smiling. Even giggling. Why are they smiling? Do they know something that I don’t? I’m getting annoyed. “He’s Sterling. He’s our neighbor, Wesley’s new friend.” Mrs. Harris says. New friend? This man is a stalker! A creep! Sadly, a creep that I thought was my soulmate a few hours ago. “Oh.” I say softly. “Do you know him?” Wesley asks.

However, Jennifer blocked our exit, one hand on the door and the other propped against my side, trapping us in her power play. "Leaving? Not until you've explained yourself." She looked down, her presence suffocating. I could only look at her and feel sorry for the woman she had become. At that moment, someone knocked on the lounge door from outside. "Jennifer, are you there? The director's on our case." I knew that voice instantly; it was Elliot Baker, the man who had set me up four years ago. Jennifer inhaled deeply, steadied her emotions, and opened the door.

The neutral zone wasn't safe anymore, Vossler was burning down my trail, and my cramped apartment was compromised. I took a deep breath, stepped past the frozen guards, and followed him out into the main street. A sleek, black, luxurious sedan idled near the curb, its engine humming quietly in the damp night air. The stranger walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for me, but he didn't climb in right away. Instead, he turned to face me fully under the streetlamp. He was taller than Callum, with sharp, defined features, dark hair, and striking grey eyes that looked uncannily familiar.

Faris was after all a really small college town, most of the occupants here were in one or another involved in the school, and yet this was the first time she'd laid eyes on either one of them. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking to her finally, but there was just something positively fascinating about the dark, dreamy stranger. She was barely paying attention to Brandon who was right at her side, the stranger had thrown off her mind. The compulsion to run over to him and run her fingers through the wavy hair of his was awful powerful. She was sure she was smiling at him now, because a large grin had spread across his face.

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”