The Stranger--camus Novel Novels & Stories

The Stranger was wearing his customary jet black suit with a cold sly smile on his face. Half the men had also pulled out their guns and had now aimed them at the Stranger, Oswald took a step forward. “I suggest you go back to wherever you came from,” The muscular man said. The Stranger just shrugged and he took a few more steps forward. The muscular guy pulled the trigger first and all the other men followed suit, but suddenly all the guns were jammed! The men exchanged startled looks of fear. “So— you would choose a fist fight against the most skilled hand to hand combatant?” Oswald sneered coldly.

Jack nodded in understanding and gently set the camera back where it had been on the tripod. "Of course. Sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I’m so used to knowing about all of them that I sometimes forget that they don’t know about me,” he chuckled. “Now, where are these pictures of yours? And what exactly is so special about them that we had to come here to see them? Did he make large prints or something?" “No, it’s… Well, I think it’s just easier if I show you,” I mumbled awkwardly. I blushed a bit as I walked to the bookshelf. I glanced at the spines until I saw it. The Nine Muses: A Discussion. My heart started racing as I pulled it from the shelf. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous tho

"I don't even remember his name. It was just a one-night stand." "Well, you never know," Alex said optimistically. "Stranger things have happened." Jessica knew her friend was right. She had a long road ahead of her, but with Alex by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Camille: I blinked once, then twice, but nothing changed. There was still a naked stranger standing in my kitchen and other strangers doing god knows what all over the house. “You can pick up from where she left off,” the stranger said, taking a bottle of liquor beside him and swallowing it in one gulp. “She was doing a shit job anyway. You look like you’ll know how to get me off.” “I’m not, eww,” I said, turning away and covering my eyes. Unfortunately, I had already looked at it and the thickness of it was imprinted in my memory.

I shouldn't be hesitating like I'm doing right now. My demons perch on my shoulders, reminding me that the run would soon be over. The sun would shine and it would all be over. Do it. Kill him. They whisper in my ear like a vice and I grit my teeth. The voices are right. Caden must die. I tightened the grip of the knife in my hand and lunged forward. But the knife didn't do much damage because it didn't touch him as much. “Good morning, Mr. Booker.” The stranger who'd intruded on my kill asked in a British accent.

And then he asked me to show him around. Last night, it had snowed heavily, and I was afraid I would miss my chance. But now, the sun shone brightly, and the morning air was crisp and cool. I didn’t want to waste the day. I wanted to wander through the streets of Kashmir with Liam by my side. The fresh snow that lay along the rooftops, sparkling under the winter sun, and the distant mountains, which gleamed like frozen giants, was where I wished to roam with Liam in hand.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

The cart moves forward for a long time before stopping again, and instinctively I know that now it is final. We arrived. Wherever it is. ** We stand there for a few minutes as the stranger doesn't move in the dark. He doesn't even make a move to grab my chains again or open the door. Anything. With my window closed there's no light in the cramped space, but I think I see his red eye glow. I'm crazy, aren't I? Hunger overcame me. No eyes shine. Around us there is a noise of people talking and walking, horses neighing and hitting the stones with their hooves, as well as a million other noises that I don't recognize.

He threw the alcohol down his throat in one toss, the warm liquid sliding down his gut and overflowing the burning sensation. He watched the stranger do the same from his peripheral vision. “You look like you have a lot on your mind.” Jeremy said nothing, staring into his empty shot glass. “How about you air it out, stranger to stranger?” The stranger continued, forcing Jeremy to slowly lift his head. “Whatever it is.” Jeremy scoffed, signaling for another shot. “And why would I air my worries out to a stranger?” The hazel-eyed man shrugged. “For the same reason,” he replied, his lips curling off in the hint of a smile. “Because I am a stranger, who knows nothing about you.”

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.