The Stranger Albert Camus Novels & Stories

Hermosa POV The expensive perfume of the stranger filled the air—it was strong, commanding. He was definitely an Alpha. Maybe he mistook me for one of the whores. Moon Goddess, I wasn’t even one. I needed to find help for Cammy before she died—if she wasn’t already dead. What have I gotten myself into? I breathed heavily. “Did you come here to mope?!” the stranger’s voice thundered, snapping me out of my thoughts. “No!” I replied quickly, startled by his harsh tone.

It stripped him of humanity, left only the idea of a man, a presence made of command and appetite. Cassandra’s hand brushed mine before she released me. “This is the Stranger. He doesn’t speak. But he will show you.” I turned to her sharply, panic clawing up my throat. “Show me what?” Her gaze softened, though her voice remained firm. “What you asked for. What you confessed.” Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and desire twining until I could hardly breathe. The Stranger extended a gloved hand. Waiting. Silent. I stared at it, every nerve screaming at once. To take it meant stepping off the edge. To refuse meant retreating back into the hollow safety of who I’d been.

I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating from the stress or lack of sleep. I stepped out hesitantly, each footfall slow and uncertain. My foot could feel the coldness of the polished floor. The office lights were dim—just the soft glow from emergency strips and a few desk lamps left on by habit. The usual hum of activity had long since gone to sleep. It wasn’t just quiet. It was after-hours quiet. And there he was. A stranger. In my office, near my desk. I tried not to panic. Sure, he was handsome—okay, more than handsome. The kind of handsome that made my brain short-circuit for half a second. His jaw was sharp, his frame all lean muscle and calm power, like someone born to walk into a room

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

and then arrived somewhere I hadn't seen. The recognition of someone who has entered a room and understood, in the space between one breath and the next, that the stranger in it is not a stranger at all That the stranger is the key to something. That the stranger has been there all along, in the margins of a story that had never been fully told.

His body's response clearly showed that he was truly terrified now. As he said that, he could hear the sound of a man's footsteps coming out of the darkness not far from there. Only the area around Cassius was illuminated by the streetlight. Cassius could see that the man was Jaxter. He immediately raised the corner of his lips. This man was still an idealist. Adhering firmly to strange rules. "You finally showed up!" Cassius said with a sneering smile on his face. "It's been quite tiring waiting for you to come here. It took so long." Jaxter said it in his usual cold tone.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

flashback end. She became emotional as she remembered she had given her first time to a total stranger, she hurried to the bathroom to get change, and after a while, she sneaked out of the room. When she got home, so lucky her aunt had left for work that morning, she hurried to her bathroom to take a hot and long shower, she sat down in the tub as the shower was tumbling on her body, and she cried bitterly regretting her actions. Two days later, Jayden was sitting quietly in his large exclusive office that was made with interior design. He was taken aback by what happened to him at that clubhouse he went to with his brothers.