The Stranger In Seat 8b Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say with caution and confusion. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but uhm, I just wanted to know which seat are you in." Looking down at my ticket, I check my seat number. "Oh, I'm seat B2," and he grins. Now I really get a good look at him, and he's breathtaking. "I'm B3; I'm by the window." Shit, are you fucking with me right now? I roll my eyes and put my earphones on. I feel another tap on my shoulder, annoyed I look at the man.

“Your wife is alive. For now. Get ready to follow my instructions. And I won't repeat myself again. Stop trying to find us. You’re out of moves.” The feed cut to black. Grayson stood frozen, the image of Luna’s face seared into him. She was worth everything. The woman who crashed his wedding in a thrift-store dress. Who stood up to her abusive ex. Who trusted him when she had every reason not to. “Sarah,” he said, voice deadly calm. “What do we have?” She zoomed in on the frame. “Faint background noise—lapping water. Likely a marina. Shadows suggest a basement or lower level. And...” She pointed to the corner. “A logo. Crescent moon over a wave. Langley Maritime. Marina District.”

As the red light grew between all of us a dominant voice said, "Esther?" That's Max and when I turned to him behind us, I saw Blythe standing next to him, they both had marks on their necks. Are they mates? Ross hugged me, he buried his face in my chest to ease his struggling. I turned my eyes to the red light that was now gradually showing two male figures. My heart beat faster and as the light faded, my sobs bubbled up. "Art!" I saw, he was still confused as to where he was, he looked at Bob who was looking at all of us and asked, "Where are we?"

We could choose to sit at the far end of the table, away from all of them, but I'd like to know what’s going on here, and who the mystery person is. I take the seat after the free seat closest to Caelum. He sits at the head of the table, while the oddly dark-haired, white-eyed, stranger sits after him, and then Sebastien. Sebastien’s still smiling when we take our seats, I am directly in his line of sight, but I face our white-haired stranger even more directly. I say the first thing that everyone looking to snoop around and have breakfast at the same time would say, “Good morning everyone.”

The aircraft has 3 4 3 seating, and they are seated in 3, so Adam is sitting on 34A, 34B is vacant, and 34C is Savannah. It's okay to move to the vacant seat to whisper and not disturb others, hahaha. Adam moved to the 34B seat. Adam was rejoicing; he felt that his heart would like to get out of his chest. Savannah sounded so relaxed now. I hope we can be friends before the end of this trip.

The stranger never looked away, never blinked. “Excuse me, sir, can you move over a little?” a young woman asked, breaking his trance. “Yes, sure,” Ian mumbled, shifting in his seat. At the next stop, the doors hissed open. Passengers shuffled out. When Ian looked back, the stranger’s seat was empty. They were gone. A wave of relief washed over him. But then he saw it. Left behind on the seat was a small, folded piece of paper. His heart hammered against his ribs as he reached for it.

“What’s that smell?” “It stinks so much!” “Yuck!” You are all fragrant. Tch. “You will sit next to Brena Quin Baesa, At the second end row.” Smiling a woman raised her hand. I smiled. My seatmate looks nice. I approached Brena there. When I sat next to her, she smiled at me and then introduced herself to me. “I’m Brena Quin Baesa, but just call me Brena. I don’t want anyone to call me by my second name.”

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.

Then she quickly composed herself, her face turning indifferent. "Why are you following me here again? Do you think pretending to be sick will make me feel sorry for you? "Johnny, don't use these cheap tricks women play to gain sympathy. It only makes me look down on you." The cramping in my stomach intensified. I looked at her coldly. "You're overthinking it." "Number 28, Johnny King. Room 7." My number was called just then. I stood up and walked over for my appointment, not sparing them another glance.

❤️ LOVE AND PAIN Season 2 — Chapter 85: The Custodian Nobody moved. The stranger sat quietly behind the desk, studying them with calm, patient eyes. Not nervous. Not surprised. Not threatened. Just waiting. As if this meeting had been scheduled years ago. Daniel immediately took one cautious step backward. "Okay." A pause. "This is somehow more terrifying than armed security." Honestly— fair. Very fair. The older person smiled faintly. "You must be Daniel."