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He was shedding his identity, his history, his very purpose. "The Certainty is not a monster, Lucian," the stranger said, his voice now sounding like an echo from a great distance. "It is the immune system of existence. It views us as an infection—a sprawling, chaotic mess of possibilities that refuses to finalize. It seeks to balance the equation by setting the sum to zero." He reached the edge of Ethan’s aura. The white light lashed out, protective and wild, searing the stranger’s skin. He didn't flinch. He walked into the fire.

With determination, I opened my eyes, but my steps halted when I saw something I absolutely didn’t want to see at that moment. A stranger. Things couldn't possibly get any worse, could they? "Listen," I said, trying to stay strong despite the strange energy surging inside me. "I don't want to kill anyone today. How about you just leave? I'll spare your life." "Oh, I'm so happy to leave you alone, beautiful," he said with a disgusting smile. "But the problem is, I can see you're horny. And there's no greater pleasure than having sex with a horny girl."

Alas gasped and tried to push her away, but she pulled him right back. She kissed him deeply, tenderly, and with such longing — every touch spoke of love and a desperate need to be close. His knees felt weak, and he could not understand what was happening to him. A string of curses raced through his mind. He had been around many drunk women before, and some had even kissed him, yet never once had his body reacted this way. Why was it so different with this stranger he had never met before?

A lonely island surrounded by an endless sea of white mist. At its center stood a single lighthouse. Its light was dark. Not black. Simply... the absence of light itself. The Stranger's voice echoed once more from within the pen. "That is where unfinished stories go to die." The woman stared at the island. "I've never read about it." "No one has," the First Reader answered. "Every record of that place was erased." The city suddenly shook. Outside the windows... the stars began disappearing. Not exploding. Not fading. One by one...

Ava’s POV I didn’t know that sex could feel so good. A tiny part of me worries that it’s just because this man is a stranger. That I’m enjoying the thrill of risk. But I know it’s more than that. His hand is on my hip as he pushes slowly within. My body is tight, walls clenching around him as I gasp. He feels hot, hard and enormous. I gasp, adjusting to the size of the man, feeling myself stretch in accommodation. There’s no discomfort, only a delicious sense of fulfillment, a strange completeness. He pauses, head bowed against my collar, his breath against my skin. Is it possible to love a stranger? He’s waiting for me, I know it, I can sense it. I can feel his care and consideration as the

asked Luna confused when she saw her two best friends acting strangely. As Luna looked towards the door, she froze in a cold sweat. Luna immediately fell on the sofa seeing Sam's presence. "I still can't understand why you can trust a photo that you got from a stranger so easily," Sam muttered with tears in his eyes. Luna didn't answer, she was too confused about how to react. Anger, pain, and disappointment returned to creep into her heart. "You didn't even bother asking me if the photo was real or not. If you loved me, instead of running away, you should have come to see me make sure!" Sam said again softly.

His footsteps were quick and light, his figure barely visible among the darkness and dimness of the streetlights. "Who is he? What does he want?" Kairav wondered aloud, his heart racing. Camilla, eyes full of determination, replied to her fiancé Kairav, "I don't know, but he must have a reason to enter our home. We can't let him get away!" As they turned a corner, the stranger suddenly darted into a darkened hallway. Kairav and Camilla followed him, their breath catching. The alley was narrow and dimly lit, the walls lined with piles of rubbish and barrels. The pungent smell of fish filled the air.

Her breath caught. It had been a long time. Too long. And it shouldn’t be this. Not to the sound of a stranger’s voice. Not to someone she hadn’t spoken to. Not to someone she couldn’t trust. But her body didn’t care about any of that. When she came, it was quiet. Shallow. Shameful. The kind that left a sting behind her eyelids. She didn’t sleep again. The next day was warm. The kind of dry heat that stuck to the skin and made clothes feel too tight.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

The man collapses as the stranger releases his throat. His knees hit the floor so hard the sound cracks through the motel room. He stares up at the stranger like he’s looking at death itself and his face has gone completely gray. Sweat pours down the side of his temple while his mouth works uselessly, lips trembling around words that never quite form. "P-please," he finally chokes out. The stranger says nothing, just stands inside the shattered doorway with one hand tucked loosely into the pocket of his black slacks, expensive suit fitting him like it was stitched directly onto his body. Thick chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, he’s not even broken a sweat..