The Stranger Kindle Novels & Stories

I pressed the accelerator down completely and the Land Cruiser surged forward into the deepening evening and the road ran straight ahead of us toward a town neither of us had ever heard of before two minutes ago, where a man named Coleman was unlocking his door and turning on his lights and waiting for two women he didn’t know, because someone who loved Amaya had asked him to. The kindness of strangers.The absolute, extraordinary, unearned kindness of strangers. I felt it move through me like something warm and I did not cry because I needed my eyes clear and my hands steady, but I noted it, filed it somewhere important, promised myself I would feel it fully later when later was available.

The stranger was sitting by the fire, stirring something in a cauldron on the coals. He looked not much older than Yarsi himself. Eighteen or twenty years, no more. Thick black hair went down to the shoulders, the skin was dark, but the eyes were the opposite - light, green, unusual eyes, very bright, burning as if from the inside. And not quite the right facial features, which are distinguished by some kind of wild, hidden beauty.

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.

the stranger said with a smirk on his lips. Klein almost hit himself hard because he had always had everything figured out and now in his life only two things were giving him trouble. One is Jeremy Walker, the very one who had ruined his plan to be the most powerful Alpha ever known and he hated him so much for that and the other one, is this stranger he did not even know but seem to know a lot about him

The bell above the door tinkled as she entered, greeted by the rich scent of old books and the soft murmur of pages turning. There, among the shelves lined with stories waiting to be explored, Marvis encountered Julian. His eyes, like the well-worn pages of the novels surrounding them, held a depth that piqued her curiosity. Engaged in conversation, they explored the labyrinth of literature, exchanging thoughts on life, dreams, and the shared pursuit of reinvention. Julian, a master storyteller with an eloquent charm, revealed fragments of his journey—a narrative woven with mystery and resilience. As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow w

the stranger murmured. His palms braced themselves on the mattress to either side of her head, and he lowered his face until their noses nearly brushed. Jade could smell him — the sensual perfume. The smell was not unpleasant, nor was it overpowering, but it was distinctly masculine and distinctly mature. No man smelled like this, only a stranger could. “Just like you didn’t lift that tiny dress of yours up to give your perverted customer a view of that tight little body of yours. You’re too good of a lady for that.”

"Why would I go with you? It's your fault." "It's your fault. You don't want to leave my mind. Aren't you tired yet? You've been running around in my head for months, Lily." "And you still really know me, right? Well sir, I still want to talk to you. But I am a very obedient child to my parents. They said, don't talk to strangers. So, bye I hope you won' Don't bug us here anymore. Thank you, good bye and have a nice day." * * *

Perhaps just as exhausted as Hayle, who had not rested at all through the night. Hayle was still sobbing with her eyes closed when she felt the warmth envelop her again from behind, and she could even feel the strong hand wrapping around her body, immersing her in comfort and a sense of safety that she couldn't find anywhere else. But was she really that longing for the man's embrace that she could even smell his scent and feel his warm breath on her neck?Hayle almost jumped in surprise when she saw the man's hand, as if hugging her tightly, yet not constricting. Hayle didn't expect this man to be here now. How could he? She tried to turn her body to confirm whether it was indeed Jaxter or j

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”