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“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?”

It stripped him of humanity, left only the idea of a man, a presence made of command and appetite. Cassandra’s hand brushed mine before she released me. “This is the Stranger. He doesn’t speak. But he will show you.” I turned to her sharply, panic clawing up my throat. “Show me what?” Her gaze softened, though her voice remained firm. “What you asked for. What you confessed.” Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and desire twining until I could hardly breathe. The Stranger extended a gloved hand. Waiting. Silent. I stared at it, every nerve screaming at once. To take it meant stepping off the edge. To refuse meant retreating back into the hollow safety of who I’d been.

How pace aligned without instruction. Midday brought heat. The wind turned dry. They paused beneath a lone tree for shade. It was small. Its branches thin. But it offered enough cover to soften the glare. You do not ask questions. The stranger’s voice broke the quiet. She leaned back against the trunk. Some answers are not ready yet. The stranger studied the horizon. And if they never are. Then they were not needed. A faint smile crossed their face. You are certain. No. But I am steady.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."

I will update here soon :) I'm just updating my other story. My plan is if I'm done with the taglish version of That Stranger Got My heart I will update here, but if I have time I will transfer the tagalog version to English version so I can update here. If this story have a readers hahahaha, stay tuned! If you want you can read the taglish version of this ;) though that version is more on tagalog; some words are english. By the way thank you for reading my story, it means a lot to me! God bless and keep safe! You can visit my wall to see my other stories 😘 -Iambadc

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

Clover asked from my side. I squinted my eyes to see who was, a smile embraced my face as I said, “He is the stranger.” “Good morning,” the stranger greeted both me and Clover with a smile on his face. Clover smiled at him and asked the driver to put his bags in the car. “Thank goodness you came, I thought you wouldn't come,” I smiled, I had never been this happy to see a stranger before. “I'm sorry I came late, I stopped by a gadget store,” he opened his bag and brought out a brand new phone, “I felt it was my fault so I had to get you a new one.”

My voice sank back into my lungs as the masked stranger shifted in the seat. The stranger’s wet hoodie soaked the seats as his gaze lingered on me for a moment before dropping briefly to the dead man beside us. Then back to me, like he was deciding whether I lived or died. His eyes held an unreadable expression, something dangerous flashing beneath them as he watched my movements. I couldn’t see his face; he was wearing a mask that covered every feature, only the strange color of his eyes staring back at me, lingering a bit too long downward. Something like amusement crossed his gaze.