The Stranger Chapters Novels & Stories

He knew my name. ************************************************************************************************************* Chapter 2 Serene’s pov A stranger’s arms held me captive in the crowd, his voice a low murmur in my ear that knew my name. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, but my body refused to obey the command to run. His hands began a slow, deliberate journey down the bare skin of my legs and back up the sensitive curve of my inner thighs. I pushed against his hold, a silent struggle lost to the press of bodies. This was Nola’s fault, I thought with a surge of frustration, for dragging me into this pulsing, suffocating sea of people. For a sing

The stranger's embrace offers a sense of security and warmth that penetrates through the cold despair that had gripped her. “Breathe -” In the midst of her dizziness, a faint image flickers before her eyes, accompanied by a gentle voice that resonates in her ear, urging her to breathe. Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart.

I whispered, quietly wrapping their lifeless arms around my trembling body as tears streamed down my cheeks. “I’m home.” I suddenly heard the rustling of leaves behind me, and turned to see the stranger. He was leaning against a tree, and the bleeding seemed worse than ever. With my mind in shambles, my vision blurry, courtesy of my tears, I stumbled over to where he was. I grabbed his cloak, with a tenacity I didn't know I possessed. "What happened to my parents?" Chapter 2: Blood and Ruin Aurelia’s POV He didn't respond, stretching out his right arm towards me instead, just before falling to his knees. I caught him before the rest of his body could make impact with the ground and laid hi

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father . Chapter 30: faraway . At first, it was like a warmth. A gentle warmth that caressed the nape of her neck, traveling up to her head. But as the temperature around her neck grew, so did her awareness–and the warmth was nothing more than her brain trying to convince her that there was no pain. She groaned as she was jostled, head hanging over something, and she swore she heard a little ‘shh’.

Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?” “He’s coming for you… too,” the stranger said without turning to face Heather. “Who?” “He’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too. And this time, he’ll not leave. He’ll eat, he’ll roast, and you’ll cry and die,” the stranger chuckled, a maddening noise that reverberated. Heather covered her ears, afraid if she listened anymore, she’ll consider herself a demented cow.

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

They will ruin you! She has stuck to this rule without questions and has successfully withdrawn herself from people. But someone is not willing to let her be. Instead, he is bent on unravelling the mystery around her. when I went for my group study the following week. I stood among the group members with my textbook spread opened on my palms. I tried to speak but couldn't. All I did was stutter. This reminded me of my first day with Veronica; how I couldn't make one good sentence.