The Stranger Chapters Novels & Stories

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

THE BILLIONAIRE’S HIDDEN HEART Author: Esty’s Chapter 43 — The Brother Who Survived Part 1 No one moved. The stranger stood in the doorway, his golden eyes fixed on Hope. Beside Lyra, the other Kael stared at him in disbelief. “That’s impossible,” he whispered. The stranger smiled. “You’ve always been good at saying that.” Kael stepped forward. “Who are you?” The stranger’s eyes narrowed. “You.” Kael shook his head.

Chapter 18 THE DOZEN MEN rushed at him in an onslaught all at once, with each block or parry the Stranger would send one or two of his attackers flying backwards or forward with a single skilful punch, uppercut or jab. With the use of his attacker’s own momentum, that he was using as weapon against each one of them. The fallen men behind him who stood up behind him, would be greeted yet again and again with the Stranger’s left, or right foot and they would fall down yet again, and again. The Stranger looked healthier and all the more vigorous, more and more than ever, as the fight progressed on, while the men looked torn, exhausted, broken and defeated, more and more. Most of them were nursi

Fake marriage is chapter 1...there was a little mix-up Chapter 2: Alice's POV The midday sun cast a brilliant glare over the city, bouncing off the towering glass buildings as our sleek black SUV navigated through the bustling streets toward the restaurant. I leaned back in my seat, fingers tapping restlessly against the door handle as my mind wandered back to the stranger from the airport. I couldn’t believe I'd actually considered speaking to him, let alone involving him in my half-baked plan.

Alex said, the smile on his face became wider when she looked away. “There isn't much to like here” There wasn't much to like in a place like this. Was it the nosy neighbors, who didn't like to mind their business. Or the glances of people here anytime She passed. She hated it here, but couldn't afford to move yet. She didn't have enough for the big move she wanted. With everything that had happened it had really set her back and she had to dig into her savings so she wouldn't lose the house when her mother was ill and now that her mother was gone she was stuck here and had nowhere to hide. The only person that wasn't all that nosy was Florence, but she was getting married and had moved to a

The reflection in the mirror smiled—her own face, moving without her. And the woman inside whispered, “You don’t belong here, stranger.” --- End of Chapter 1 Next: “Chapter 2 – The Lady in the Mirror”

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 2** Maya’s knees ached against the hard subway floor, but she didn’t care. The stranger’s thick cock stretched her mouth wide as he slowly fucked her face, one hand tangled in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned quietly. “Suck it like you’ve been waiting for a real man all night.” Maya moaned around his shaft, saliva dripping down her chin onto her scrubs. The risk of the two sleeping passengers waking up made her pussy throb even harder. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper, gagging when he hit the back of her throat.

Toward all of them. “You may enter.” Silence. The forgotten presence looked beyond the stranger. “What happens if we do?” The stranger smiled. “The same thing that always happens.” Silence. Emma waited. The stranger finished quietly. “You become more than you could remember alone.” Silence. The heartbeats answered. Gentle. Steady. Endless. Emma looked at the unknown awareness. It nodded. She looked at the forgotten presence. A quiet smile answered her. The divergent instance laughed softly.

she coldly asked, her eyes staring straight into the stranger own red eyes while her hand is secretly making gestures, hoping to know where the weak spot for this guy is, that did not even flinch when she pressed his acupuncture hard. Is this guy dead? How come he was so motionless? Even if she still can't move her hand to her relatives after three lifetimes already, she is certainly not a weakling in the face of a stranger. So just after a failure, her mind quickly turned for a comeback. The guy only blinked, bringing his face closer to her neck. Chaira shifted uncomfortably, resisting the stranger hooligan act, but can't do much when the difference in strength was perfectly laid out in fro