The Stranger Chapters Mga Nobela at Kwento

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

"Alan, now that Amy's out of the picture, can you finally be with Eden? I remember how close you two used to be!" Eden, supported by Hank as they slowly made their way home, looked at me with hopeful eyes. I wanted to say yes, that I could finally be with her. But the words wouldn't come. Frustration tightened around me like a noose. I stepped outside, desperate for air, and that was when the sharp pain hit, tearing through my chest. The pain was unbearable. I collapsed to my knees as I fought to stay conscious. What was happening? Why was my body wracked with such blinding agony? Had the mate bond been broken?

Didn't know if I should be excited to see my daughter, or to be sad at the condition I met her. I crawled a slow step forward, crouching in front of her. “You’re safe now.” I blubbered, pulling her into a tight embrace. She flinched, tried to push me away, but I held on. Her tiny body trembled. Then she sobbed—a soft, soundless sob. I finally let her go gently. She was obviously scared of strangers, and wasn't comfortable with my actions. “She’s scared,” I whispered. Brownlow stepped forward. “We’re here to help you, love. Do you know where the people who kept you are?”

But after carefully checking each room, she found nothing. Hayle furrowed her brow and looked around again. How strange! She remembered being captured by three thugs and losing consciousness. Then, suddenly, she woke up in a luxurious hotel room without any injuries or even a scratch. So why had the thugs brought her here? Hayle pondered, trying to analyze the situation. Why was it so strange? Hayle took a deep breath. She then smelled something different. Maybe because she was pregnant, her sense of smell had become very sensitive. She could smell a faint but pleasant fragrance. This scent? She had never smelled it before.

I looked up, my tear-filled eyes meeting the gaze of a stranger—a kind face, weathered by time and etched with compassion. "Are you alright?" the stranger asked, concern, lacing their voice. "You seem lost and in need of help." I mustered the strength to speak, my voice shaky and raw. "I... I've been banished... betrayed... I have nowhere to go." The stranger's eyes softened, their empathy palpable. "Come with me," they said, extending a hand. "I have a small cabin nearby. You can find shelter and warmth for the night." With trembling limbs, I accepted the stranger's offer of kindness. Their touch was gentle as they helped me to my feet, guiding me through the darkness. Each step felt like a

The cart moves forward for a long time before stopping again, and instinctively I know that now it is final. We arrived. Wherever it is. ** We stand there for a few minutes as the stranger doesn't move in the dark. He doesn't even make a move to grab my chains again or open the door. Anything. With my window closed there's no light in the cramped space, but I think I see his red eye glow. I'm crazy, aren't I? Hunger overcame me. No eyes shine. Around us there is a noise of people talking and walking, horses neighing and hitting the stones with their hooves, as well as a million other noises that I don't recognize.

There I was, totally perplexed by the color of his eyes and his intense, expressionless and intimidating gaze. His eyes met mine for a moment, immediately I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and for some strange reason I looked away, which surprised me even more, he turned his face in another direction and continued on his way, the wonderful and strange spell was broken, I passed by and I was on the sidewalk with the cell phone to my ear and Dani screaming on the other side of the line like crazy.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?” He was about to refute that when he caught the glimpse of Almothean gesturing him to say yes “O-oh Y-yes? Yes! I’m his man that’s why I stop coming in here. Because I already have a partner” “Told you. Now, scram.” Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave.

- What happened to me? - Do not you remember? Vic sat down on the ground, crossed his legs and looked thoughtfully at Yarsi. - I didn't apply? “No,” it was not Vic who answered him, but Matzher, who had appeared quite imperceptibly in the clearing. Yarsi jumped to his feet in one quick movement and staggered involuntarily, the tug almost throwing his body up, but he tried to stay on the ground. The Stranger came closer and peered at him with a piercing look. His right hand, as before, was hidden by a glove, but Yarsi remembered what it looked like, and from this, horror stirred in his mind with cold tentacles. He involuntarily backed away, his eyes changed again, as if he saw Matzher simulta