The Stranger--camus Novel Novels & Stories

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

I was happy that she had such nice, caring friends but I helped her load her bag and opened the door for her. She sat inside and I could feel she was nervous. For her I was a stranger and how much it hurt I had to act like it didn't. I sat inside the car and started the engine. As we drove away, Gurans looked outside the window. "So, cook, huh? Do you guys always call your wife a cook? I mean literally, she is there for that, to cook, to take care of you," she said giving me that mocking laugh.

NALANI The strange man stepped closer to me. I knew I had nowhere to go, and the only thing I could do now was tilt my head to the side, and close my eyes tightly. I hold my breathe while feeling his approach, and I gradually felt his hot breath hitting my nose.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

His body's response clearly showed that he was truly terrified now. As he said that, he could hear the sound of a man's footsteps coming out of the darkness not far from there. Only the area around Cassius was illuminated by the streetlight. Cassius could see that the man was Jaxter. He immediately raised the corner of his lips. This man was still an idealist. Adhering firmly to strange rules. "You finally showed up!" Cassius said with a sneering smile on his face. "It's been quite tiring waiting for you to come here. It took so long." Jaxter said it in his usual cold tone.

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

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

And so, they just spent time touching each other, letting go of the longing, and anxiety they felt. *** "You must have lost your mind, how could you wear such revealing clothes when meeting a stranger man?!" Eros raged as soon as Jane sat beside him. Jane sighed resignedly, she had just arrived and was greeted with an annoying scolding from Eros. "I'm dressed normally, it's not revealing at all!" protested Jane with reluctant eyes. Eros shook his head quickly, the man then took off his jacket and gave it to Jane. There was nothing wrong with Jane's appearance, she wore long jeans which she combined with an off-shoulder top. Eros is too much.

Luna’s hands trembled around the yacht keychain, its silver crescent moon catching the SUV’s dim light. The chaos—gunfire, smoke, Roberts’s laughter, Damien’s screams—still echoed in her mind, a storm refusing to pass. But Grayson’s arm was steady, his heartbeat a calm rhythm against her cheek. They had escaped Building 12, but danger still lingered. Roberts had vanished. Damien’s words—You’ll always be mine—still clung like poison.