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"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

NALANI The strange man stepped closer to me. I knew I had nowhere to go, and the only thing I could do now was tilt my head to the side, and close my eyes tightly. I hold my breathe while feeling his approach, and I gradually felt his hot breath hitting my nose.

he asked. “Yes,” I replied quicker and sharper than I intended. I took a deep breath willing myself to calm down. “I don't mind. This is actually our first phone call, you know” He chuckled lightly, a sound that made my tummy rumble with butterflies. “Yeah I realize” “It feels…strange. And weirdly new” I muttered. “Good strange or bad strange?” he asked. “Good strange,” I said, biting my lip. He was quiet for some seconds, then he replied. “I'm glad it is”

Then he turned to me, a faint smile still on his face. “But first,” he said, “I’d like to pay someone a visit.” ~~~~~ CAMILLE “Thanks for bringing me home,” I muttered as the stranger guy guided me toward my bedroom. My head spun; my feet barely felt the floor. I collapsed onto the bed, the room tilting around me. “Don’t forget to shut the door on your way out,” I mumbled, eyes half-closed. But he didn’t move. His shadow loomed. Then the mattress dipped beside me. I felt his presence shift closer.

Samantha Pov “ Who could be at the door? Should I open it or not? No one is at home, it could be dangerous. " Before I could decide would to do the knock came again. This time a little sharper. I picked my phone and open the door camera. The camera flickered with the image and I was surprise to see the face that appeared on the phone. Kabir , he stood outside with one hand in his pocket and other resting casually on his side. His posture was relaxed but his gaze sharp and observant as if he knew I was watching. I lowered the phone.

Tension permeated the air as we all turned to meet the stranger. The voice demanded, "Let her go, Dante," smooth and serene yet lethal. Dante's face contorted with fury. Who the heck do you suppose you are? But the stranger's reply was straightforward: no more words; just the lethal click of a revolver, ready for whatever next happened. And in that instant, what I understood about this struggle, about the people around me, broke apart. This was a fresh player. And what did they want with us? Before the person moved more into the low light, I hardly had time to absorb what was occurring. A towering black figure, their motions are shockingly quiet as they round Dante.

the stranger growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I—I didn’t—" the man stammered, but he didn’t get a chance to finish. The stranger moved so quickly that I barely saw it happen. One moment, the greasy-haired man was standing there, and the next, he was crumpled on the floor, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. The stranger turned back to me, extending a hand. "Come on." I stared at him, my heart pounding. "Why should I trust you?" His gaze softened, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something human in his eyes. "Because I’m the only chance you have right now."

“Well..I also disagree with the fourth clause, Miss. What do you mean about no strangers allowed to enter our room? How if… that stranger is one of my family or my girlfriend? Or my best friend? This clause…. How do I say it? Ridiculous...” Arissa sighed heavily. She thinks she has to pray now. Pray a lot so she would have an extra mile of patience. This young man is got her nerves for sure. He’s the first who could make her so disturbed till now. Slowly, Arissa smiled but behind her back, she already clenched her fist tightly. “I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “stranger

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.