The Stranger--camus Novel Novels & Stories

His footsteps were quick and light, his figure barely visible among the darkness and dimness of the streetlights. "Who is he? What does he want?" Kairav wondered aloud, his heart racing. Camilla, eyes full of determination, replied to her fiancé Kairav, "I don't know, but he must have a reason to enter our home. We can't let him get away!" As they turned a corner, the stranger suddenly darted into a darkened hallway. Kairav and Camilla followed him, their breath catching. The alley was narrow and dimly lit, the walls lined with piles of rubbish and barrels. The pungent smell of fish filled the air.

The stranger's embrace offers a sense of security and warmth that penetrates through the cold despair that had gripped her. “Breathe -” In the midst of her dizziness, a faint image flickers before her eyes, accompanied by a gentle voice that resonates in her ear, urging her to breathe. Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart.

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.

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.”

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

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

Cold night air streamed in, sharp and invigorating after the stifling heat of the tunnels. We stepped out into an alley, a narrow one covered with broken glass spilled across its floor. The city loomed above us, neon lights blinking against the dark sky. Sirens howled somewhere in the distance. The stranger stood before me. "There is a haven three blocks away. But the second we step out onto the street, the whole city will be looking at us. Your choice: leave now, or stay here and die." I adjusted my grip on Cassian. His lifeless weight tugged me downward, but I hardened my resolve. "Take me there."

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive