The Stranger Albert Camus Novels & Stories

Like all the problems including her problems were on his shoulder? "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Terah asked. A laugh escaped from his lips. "So many questions, Terah. I am afraid I can't answer that. For now." That man! He had the audacity to laugh? He was the only one who liked the situation. Not her! "Who do you think you are? Don't ever call me again or whatever you are doing to me. You are nothing but a stranger. Remember that," she hissed. “FYI. What you are doing is a clear violation of my rights. You give me no choice but to be in this place.”

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

The stranger says and i got a grip of myself , I could only pray that the Cactus accepts the stranger and surprisingly the Cactus did! "Wow! This is something!" I heard the stranger say and i looked to see the stranger well "How do you mean?" I asked again and the stranger shrugged "So do you stay here alone or with your parents?" The stranger asked and i smiled "I stay here with Ma.Coco" I say "Ma.Coco?" The stranger repeated and I nod

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b

“The choice to do nothing.” Silence. Kael frowned. “That doesn't make sense.” “It does.” The stranger walked forward. “You fought.” He took another step. “You protected.” Another. “You destroyed.” Another. “You created.” He stopped before Kael. “But you never chose to simply exist.” Kael's Heart began beating. Thump. Thump. Thump. The stranger placed a hand against his own chest. “That is why I remained.” Kael looked toward the First Kael. “You knew about him.”

The stranger turned to leave. His polished shoes clicked softly against the hospital floor. Each step carried authority. Power. Control. Just before reaching the door... He stopped. For reasons I couldn't explain... I felt him looking back at me. Then he spoke. "Sometimes..." "People who are abandoned by everyone..." "...turn out to be the ones worth protecting the most." My tears would not stop. Who was this man? Why did he care? Why was a complete stranger showing me more kindness than the husband I had loved with all my heart?

How stupid was I to think I was proving my point to a man who had been watching me for years, only to show up the moment I chose to disobey his fucked-up rules? My legs felt shaky as I pulled them closer, hugging my knees, finding myself screaming in my thoughts. I gently pulled Cuddles into my arms, squeezing the soft, plump teddy as tears streaked down my cheeks. He's a stranger. A psychopath, probably. A man whose face is always covered with a mask. And the first man who left my entire soul itching for his touch, a dangerous sin that my pathetic body had decided to burn only for. "Fuck... your life is fucked up, Kam," I cursed through gritted teeth. "Everything is..." A low cry erupted fr

"Seven." "Who are you?" The stranger smiled. "Wrong question." "Six." Alex backed away. The stranger never moved. "Five." Then Alex saw them. Across the street. Two men exiting a black SUV. Scanning faces. Searching. Hunting. His stomach dropped. "Four." Alex turned and ran. The stranger remained seated. Watching. A slight smile touched his lips. Then he removed a phone from his pocket. "He's moving." A pause. Then: "Good."

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.