The Stranger Albert Camus Novels & Stories

James then turn to Morgan “do you know this man by chance because he clearly followed you all the way here I’m sure you’re the one he wants Morgan I have no idea who this man is and besides we can’t see his face and the voice I do not recognize James we should have called the cops when I initially told you he clearly doesn’t seem like your coworker now does he Morgan I’m sorry James but I had no idea this this is how it would turn out The stranger began to laugh hysterically interrupting James and Morgan’s conversation and then turn to James to ask him a question Stranger would you consider yourself to be a good man James James-“ what the hell are you talking about why are you making it seem

“You don’t know what I want with you. You don’t know if I’m going to rape you or kill you yet you’re looking like you came in here voluntarily.” “I vote for killing.” I did not know when those words escaped my mouth but they already had and I could not take them back. There was little truth in them. If I was dead, I wouldn’t have to live such a fucked up life. The stranger’s mouth dropped open, then a laugh bubbled out of his throat. I didn’t know what was so funny but he kept laughing for more than a minute before he got himself together and looked at me properly. “I might just keep you to myself. Is this what Maxim suffers every day?”

The strange turned to look at him, their eyes locking for the first time. Liam calmed himself. As a gay man, he had been eager to see this kind of man. The man in front of him is the man he is looking for! However, he himself tried to calm himself. He doesn’t want this man to get scared, and instead of helping him, he will run away. “Stay close and keep quiet,” the stranger said, his voice low and steady. Liam almost shivered with his voice. It was as if he wanted to hear it all the time. It was good in the ear and felt like the voice of the stranger was trying to lure him.

Anyway, my life does not revolve around Alpha Liam even though in the morning, noon and afternoon it is my obligation to cook his nutritious food. My work is still more important to me, especially since my money was reduced earlier, which was supposed to be my budget for one month. If only I hadn't seen the stranger earlier, who seemed to know me well enough, the flower bouquet I was going to deliver would not have been wasted. It's like I paid for flowers only to have them crumble in the middle of the road. So for now, I have to follow Madame Hale to the human town to do my partime job.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

The stranger stood up, drawing back from Gab. One other of the men appeared at the start of the alley, evidently curious as to what his buddy was up to. Perhaps to see if he was done fucking me – the assholes! But then his eyes settled on me, crouching low against the sidewall, and then lifted to the big guy, standing patiently in the dark before resting on his friend’s body on the floor. I thought perhaps he was going to come at him, trying to save Gab, but he turned away ready to bolt. But before he could, the stranger marched forward to close the gap between them, grabbed him and hauled him hard against the sidewall, making him hit the concrete frame a few meters away from me. I flinched

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

Richardson's office, the man who would interview me. Upon arrival, I noticed an open space and then a desk where a young man was sitting, who looked at me and smiled as if encouraging me to approach, he greeted me. —Asier, right? —I nodded— Mr. Richardson is going to attend to you, he is answering a call—the words still didn't come out at all, I had to do something to wake up from my stupor and react or I would spend the shame of my life because of a perfect stranger .

“Don’t answer him. Don’t give him your voice; if you do…you’ll never be free.” Camela trembled, caught between the boy's silence, the stranger's demands, and Vincent's fading call. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “I…I don’t know what’s true anymore.” The boy dropped the letters, and they scattered across the clearing like dead leaves. “They have no stamps, no names, and no address. They never reach anyone. That’s the truth.” The stranger’s grip on her face grew stronger. “There is no last day, Camela. You either live now or you don't live at all. Make your choice.”