The Stranger--camus Novel Novels & Stories

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.

The question came out in a hoarse whisper. He tilted his head, coming within inches of her face. "Then I'll keep looking at you like this, until you admit you've already crossed." His gaze held, and Camila felt the vertigo of the abyss opening before her. It was impossible to feign indifference. The stranger had stripped her defenses like someone breaking the seal on a bottle. The subway continued on its way, but inside, time had stopped.

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

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.

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.

the stranger replied The doors opened Cold air rushed in Different from before Sharper Heavier Not forest anymore Something else Kai looked outside And froze. It wasn’t a road It wasn’t a safe place It was another facility Bigger Darker Hidden Lights low Guards everywhere Not like before These ones didn’t look confused Didn’t look rushed They looked ready Prepared Waiting Kai’s stomach dropped “No…” he whispered “No, no, no…” “This is not safe,” he said, turning back. “You said—” “I said what I needed to say,” the stranger cut in Kai shook his head “You’re taking him back.” “No” “Then what is this?!” The stranger stepped out of the vehicle Then looked back at him Eyes sharp “This is where th

His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being. "Darn!" Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there. That was new! Really. And it felt both great and hard. It feels good, but it hurts her loins. She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop. A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.

A woman stands on the balcony of her apartment in a white kimono wrapped around her body and a small towel over her head. His eyes were staring at the traffic jam from the balcony. Her lips did not stop swearing curses of the man who last night made hot love with her. "Damn Ell." His parents hit the iron fence in front of him irritated and then grimaced because his hand felt sick. "AIORAAAAAAAAA!" Jena's loud shout this morning made him even more annoyed.

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.