The Perfect Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

He could feel Emma trembling beside him, her fear palpable in the dark. “Who are you?” Elliot finally demanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The stranger didn’t flinch. They turned slowly, holding the journal in one hand, their expression unreadable. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” they said, their voice calm. Elliot stepped forward, keeping the candlestick raised. “Should I?” The stranger smiled faintly. “No. You were too young to remember. But I remember you.” Emma stepped forward, her voice shaking. “Are you the one doing this? The notes, the deaths… is it you?”

She’d never been in his apartment long enough to notice the details. Now that she had, she couldn't stop cataloging them. The place was neat. But not soulless. Books stacked unevenly on the side table. A cracked ceramic ashtray on the window ledge, even though he didn’t smoke. A bottle of whiskey, unopened, beside a single short glass. His couch was leather and worn in places, the throw blanket uneven and wrinkled like he’d slept on it. She could smell him everywhere—cedar, musk, faint sweat. Lived-in. Male. Elias.

“They’re what make you strong.” Luna left him there, surrounded by the evidence of his careful, ordered life, her heart racing with possibility and terror in equal measure. As she climbed the stairs to her room, she didn’t notice the black sedan that had been parked across the street for the past three hours, or the telephoto lens trained on the mansion’s windows. –––––––––––– Inside the car, Detective Nora Roberts lowered her camera, then reached for her phone. The woman who had been watching from the park earlier answered on the first ring.

“Alright, I'll be getting back to work. He said and left. The day went on slowly till it was finally evening and most of the workers were already leaving and the feeling I had in the morning was slowly coming back. The building was now becoming more quiet. Only a few lights were still on, making shadows come up on the walls. I tried to shake the feeling off as I started to gather my files into my locker. I checked my phone and I had not received any message or call from anyone, not even Kennedy. That is good. Maybe that is what I need right now. I turned off my system and I reached to carry my bag and then I started going to the elevator. Then I stopped. I saw something… It was a faint movem

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.

Who—right on cue—bursts through the diner doors like she owns the place. She tosses her jacket onto a chair and marches straight toward the bar. I pretend not to see her. If I acknowledge her now, I’ll never escape the conversation. Instead, I roll smoothly toward the dark corner of the diner. The stranger is exactly where he always is. Tall. Still. Wrapped in shadows. Tonight’s book is another murder mystery, its thick spine resting against the table. His hood hides his face as usual, the dim overhead lamp casting him in a pool of darkness that somehow never seems to touch the rest of the diner.

he shouted. My blood turned cold as ice, I backed away instantly watching but the stranger didn’t move, nor panic, didn’t even blink. Felix men rushed towards the old church, then suddenly stopped. I watched as every single one of them froze near the gate with fear spread visibly across their faces. One man actually stepped backwards. “no” another man muttered quickly. “why must it be here?” The stranger remained standing at the door silently, watching everyone of them. The rain fell violently, yet somehow he looked unbothered about it, untouchable. Then one of felix men lifted his phone with his shaking hands before speaking. “we found her” he said quietly. “but shes inside the old church b

Blood vessels spidered across the whites of her eyes, and she had that half-mad look in her hollow eyes that made people instinctively flinch away from her in fear. Most of her hair was gone, too. Only a few thin strands clung to her scalp, and they were trembling under the air-conditioning. Her arms were terrifyingly thin, looking like dried bark with skin stretched over them. The veins stood out like twisted cords, and every movement made her look like she might snap in half if she made one wrong move. Talia staggered toward Damian, her dress brushing the floor. His expression changed instantly. He jumped back, his face twisting in disgust. "What the hell happened to you?" he shouted. "Sta

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

Riverhaven. "The perfect place," she whispered. "No one will suspect a carefully planned accident." The candle flickered as the stranger rolled up the map. Neither of them noticed the pair of unseen eyes watching through the cabin window. Someone else... Had just overheard every word.