The Stranger--camus Novel Novels & Stories

the stranger said. “Was,” I corrected him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asked. Telling him all I know, the stranger just listens. Once I was done explaining. We stood quietly for a while. Finally, he opened the book and started going through it. No expressions were shown on his face. “Do you have a name?” the stranger asked after a while. “There is one. Before I tell you, at first, there was only one initial. It’s at the end of that book. If you like, you may look at it.” I said.

“Hm. I am jealous of him already.” I laughed softly as he pulled me gently toward the dance floor. And under the warm lights, surrounded by everybody we loved— Damon wrapped his arms around my waist while I rested my hands against his shoulders. Then slowly, we danced together peacefully. As two people who finally found home in each other. Believe me, now I know that no matter what happens in the future, as long as Damon is by my side… I'll always be happy. And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

He seemed almost indifferent to whether Noah believed him. Which made him harder to read. "Then why are you here?" The stranger glanced down the tracks. "As a courtesy." "From who?" The answer came immediately. "Jasper." --- Noah felt something tighten in his chest. The man noticed. "That reaction is becoming very common lately." "You knew him." "Yes." "How well?" The stranger looked thoughtful. Then answered. "Well enough to dislike him." That wasn't the answer Noah expected. Apparently the stranger knew it. "Most people assume admiration when someone remains loyal after death."

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

I push past the pain, shoot again, aiming for his shoulder. He deflects the shot, a bullet, with a quick torque of his body, letting it graze his coat harmlessly. Wasting no time, the man tries again while closing the distance, firing low toward my legs. I jump back but hit a crate behind me. My breath stutters and the wound burns hot. The stranger studies me through the fading smoke. “We’ll be having a conversation soon.” “No,” I mutter. “We won’t.” I throw a bigger smoke grenade this time as a thicker gray clouds burst everywhere, swallowing us up.

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

It was unexplainable to her why she had a heavy heart leaving the place—leaving the stranger man. A tear fall from her left eye. She felt that she betrayed her husband, but what happened between her and the stranger she doesn’t regret it, even a bit. How can she do such things to her husband? She never let another man touch her except him—but she suddenly made an exception to Mr. Stranger. Now, she had a heavy heart. The feeling that she left something in that place, but she can’t point it out. Damn, Eura! That was just sex!

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

Everything stopped. The Stranger offered a sad, fragile smile. It was a hopeful expression—the look of a man who had waited in the dark for a very, very long time. "Hello," he murmured softly. Ava stared at him, her chest heaving as she remained motionless for several seconds. Then, hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her lashes. Across the globe, the entire human race watched in absolute confusion as Ava took a deliberate step forward, reached out, and pulled the Stranger into a tight, fierce hug.

Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger. "Ano bang title?" ay letche! "'Yung stranger!" malakas kong sigaw na ikina-lingon saamin ng halos lahat. "Shuta ka! kahiya kang kasama!" nakita kong tumingin siya sa paligid at agad na pinamulahan ng mukha. "Pero gustong-gusto naman akong kasama," mahinang parinig ko sa kaniya. Nakita kong umirap lang siya at hinila na lang ako pataas. Gumagawa kami nang eskandalo dito!