The Stranger Chapters Novels & Stories

Events place names. “ I’ll make a good story out of this, at least some use for sleepless nights.” Chapter 1 _ The wind, circling in an invisible waltz, brought fragments of intermittent echo. The sound was muffled, but at the same time deep. Small, barely noticeable ripples were spreading along the narrow nook of the quarter, everything that breathed with moisture. Lonely drops of water, resigned to the indifference to their presence of the whole world around them, fell off the roofs of houses, rare corners, garbage cans and other unpretentious furnishings, filled with a subtle rhythm. Cap. Cap. Cap, cap. If you stand in such a place for a long time, then you involuntarily begin to feel thi

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

I explained. He stared at me blankly. I still don’t think he really understood what I was saying. I gestured to the book in his hands. He looked over the cover one last time before finally breaking down and opening it. His eyes went wide the moment he did. He quickly slammed it shut. His face turned bright red. He looked nervously between me and the book for a minute before cautiously opening it again. He stared down at the pictures silently. After a minute, I heard him clear his throat.

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

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.

The rest of the night was a blur. Her leading me up to my room. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. Me stumbling to my bed, my breath racing, heart pumping. Needy and desperate for someone's touch. For a release. Finding a man in my bed. Kissing him. Having sex with him. Oh God. I swallowed as the memory came slamming back to me and I sat up quickly, finding my clothes and putting them back on. I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation.

Luna and Grayson turned to face the small gathering as Helena stood, prepared to give a toast. "I'm not good at emotional speeches," Helena began, "but Luna and Grayson have inspired me to try. Six months ago, we were strangers brought together by tragedy and secrets. Luna had just discovered she had sisters. Grayson was uncovering the truth about his family's crimes. I was consumed with revenge."

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

"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.

"Seven." "Who are you?" The stranger smiled. "Wrong question." "Six." Alex backed away. The stranger never moved. "Five." Then Alex saw them. Across the street. Two men exiting a black SUV. Scanning faces. Searching. Hunting. His stomach dropped. "Four." Alex turned and ran. The stranger remained seated. Watching. A slight smile touched his lips. Then he removed a phone from his pocket. "He's moving." A pause. Then: "Good."