The Stranger In The Lifeboat A Novel Novels & Stories

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

Buckling my seatbelt was painful as well, but I held on. I was feeling worse by the time we got to the boat, and that feeling worsened once I got on the boat. The man stuck with me the whole time. He offered me food, water, and a blanket to drape over my body. He had suggested taking me to a hospital but I told him not to bother. Arriving at the bay next to the viperthorn pack was ... unsettling. I could see anything but blotchy figures. The same stranger called a cab that took us the rest of the way to the pack gates.

the stranger replied The doors opened Cold air rushed in Different from before Sharper Heavier Not forest anymore Something else Kai looked outside And froze. It wasn’t a road It wasn’t a safe place It was another facility Bigger Darker Hidden Lights low Guards everywhere Not like before These ones didn’t look confused Didn’t look rushed They looked ready Prepared Waiting Kai’s stomach dropped “No…” he whispered “No, no, no…” “This is not safe,” he said, turning back. “You said—” “I said what I needed to say,” the stranger cut in Kai shook his head “You’re taking him back.” “No” “Then what is this?!” The stranger stepped out of the vehicle Then looked back at him Eyes sharp “This is where th

I had her placed in the guest cabin—the brightest, the highest. The doctor protested, of course. But I don't like the dead. And this woman, I know, is not one of them. When, two days later, she opened her eyes, I was there. The Stranger The light trembled on the linen drapes. A breeze came through the porthole, bringing the smell of the sea and metal. A man stood near me, upright, motionless. Tall, perhaps in his fifties. Pale eyes, anxious and proud.

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

The stranger looks at him disgusted, thinking he was just another bum who ended up hungover in that foreign boat; his smell was horrible, as were his shabby clothes. Oliver looked at the man who stood at the start of his boat for only a few seconds, looking down at his feet and not quite knowing what to say. Emer hadn't told him how to get to the Gold Star... or had he? He didn't remember, maybe if he should have paid attention to the ten explanations the friendly guard told them. Nerves and fear increased as the boat rocked again from the stranger's weight on it. Oliver crawled to the back, imagining the possibility that Mr. Craig had followed him and that huge being was one of his guards.

Ivanna Pov's . It's easy to say I want to die but today I realised how difficult it is to face death. I would have lost my life if my lunatic stranger wouldn't have stopped me and if that thief hadn't stolen my car. Tears rolled from my eyes. "Relax… Everything is fine." My stranger coed me. I look at him, only to find his eyes on me. He was staring at me with love filled his eyes. This mysterious man saved my life twice. He lovingly wiped my tears.

Once we got married I was happy to have her back but she wasn't. Gurans found out that I lived alone in the house. She told me she would live in a separate room as there was nobody to see us. I didn't want to let her live in a separate room but I didn't stop her either. I knew that living with a stranger must be hard for her so I let her be. I wasn't happy with that but at least she was in the same house as me which made me convince myself that she was safe.

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

She lay down. This was her life now. For ten years. The thought made her sit up. Her heart began to race. This could not be real. This was a mistake. She was Patra Brown. She was innocent. She was not supposed to be in a cage. She got down from the bunk. She walked to the cell door. She held the cold bars. “I don’t belong here,” she whispered. The woman on the lower bunk laughed. It was a harsh sound. “Yeah. That’s what we all say.”