The Stranger Albert Camus Novels & Stories

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

I'm not afraid. Somehow it seems to me like the rabbit caught in the trap, struggling furiously because it is cornered. It's strange to think that I'm cornering him in some way, as I weigh less than half his weight. But I am. I'm a strange woman, in a strange place, holding a candle, while the last thing he should remember is those who hurt him. The stranger growls something else, as if demanding an answer to his question, but I don't know what he asked, and even if he did he wouldn't understand what I'm saying.

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

the stranger said with a smirk on his lips. Klein almost hit himself hard because he had always had everything figured out and now in his life only two things were giving him trouble. One is Jeremy Walker, the very one who had ruined his plan to be the most powerful Alpha ever known and he hated him so much for that and the other one, is this stranger he did not even know but seem to know a lot about him

Gravel crunches beneath the tires as we turn onto a narrower path, trees closing in on both sides. Panic claws its way up my chest. “This isn’t the way home,” I whisper. “No,” he agrees calmly. “It isn’t.” The car stops. The forest presses close, shadows tangled and thick. The stranger kills the engine, leaving only silence. He turns to me fully for the first time. His eyes, sharp and gleaming in the dark, lock onto mine. “Everything you thought you knew about your life,” he says slowly, deliberately, “is about to change. Just wait. Be patient. Patience, Lisa, patience.”

But unlike Axel, this stranger didn't press himself against me, just held my arms above my head and watched me. It was dark now. There was no window in the hallway so there was no way for the moon to shine here, so I couldn't see his stranger’s face. “Can you let go?” I asked in a whisper. This was becoming my most-used word. “You’re Rosette,” the stranger said, his voice soft yet there was a rasp to it, his breath fanning my cheeks. “I am, now let go.” “Did you enjoy watching Axel beat his meat with your name on his lips?”

Her breath caught. It had been a long time. Too long. And it shouldn’t be this. Not to the sound of a stranger’s voice. Not to someone she hadn’t spoken to. Not to someone she couldn’t trust. But her body didn’t care about any of that. When she came, it was quiet. Shallow. Shameful. The kind that left a sting behind her eyelids. She didn’t sleep again. The next day was warm. The kind of dry heat that stuck to the skin and made clothes feel too tight.

Samantha Pov “ Who could be at the door? Should I open it or not? No one is at home, it could be dangerous. " Before I could decide would to do the knock came again. This time a little sharper. I picked my phone and open the door camera. The camera flickered with the image and I was surprise to see the face that appeared on the phone. Kabir , he stood outside with one hand in his pocket and other resting casually on his side. His posture was relaxed but his gaze sharp and observant as if he knew I was watching. I lowered the phone.

"Something about violation of a restraining order and cyberstalking?" As the officers flanked Damien, he looked at Luna one last time. "This isn't over, I'll be back" he said, but his voice lacked its earlier venom. He sounded, for the first time, like what he really was—a small, pathetic man whose carefully constructed web of control was falling apart. "Yes," Luna said softly. "It is. and you won't be back" She watched them lead him away, feeling something she hadn't experienced in years: the absence of fear. The weight she'd carried for so long—the constant looking over her shoulder, the certainty that he would find her—finally lifted from her chest.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.“ Killan and I said at the same time, glaring hard at the blabber mouth who wouldn't keep quiet. Then everywhere went quiet. The conversations came to a halt, students stopped laughing, It felt like everything paused for a minute while a mysterious figure strode into the cafeteria. Everyone was staring at him—the students who stopped blabbing, Liam with some chips in his mouth, and Killan whose gaze darkened. Dressed in a dark robe that swept the floor, the stranger's eyes searched the crowd, urgency in his actions as he checked table after table. Naturally, his eyes gravitated towards our table, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He charged towards us. He slammed his p