The Stranger Until Dawn Novels & Stories

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

Dawn, "Alright, that's really nice of you. I like that," Stranger, He face Yami after canceling the call. "Here's the plan...." Dawn said, . . Meanwhile, at the party. David called Dawn but he can't reach him. The party are soon be starting but they are not here. He check his watched then he saw it's 7:00 pm. "Lance can you call Yami. I can't reach Dawn phone." "I can't reach him too. I already call him several times." Lance answers

She knew just how to get to him. ............. The chirping of birds was all that Francis needed to know that a new dawn was upon him. The softness of the mattress and that of the female body that lay beside him, kept him laying low. He kept all his plans for the day at bay as he wanted to enjoy the last moments of morning solace. The night had happened too quickly and ended up in a one-night stand with the woman lying beside him. They'd had a couple of drinks, at his place, and then a little chat, and then the rest became a distant history.

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

“Across the street. I planned ahead.” She had to mention a hotel. Damn. And what was she planning for? “Don’t tell me you came here to get laid,” I almost growl. “Don’t tell me you didn’t. I need to go. Mission not accomplished.” Really? She’s not the least bit turned on by me? After all that? “I’ll walk you.” I’m a little pissed that she was going to fuck some stranger but not me. At least she knows me. I roll my eyes when the voice in my head starts sounding like an annoying bitch instead of a badass guy.

I have allowed a guy to touch me without having any sort of relationship and not just a guy, a stranger that I know nothing about. A stranger that I can't remember his face nor do I know his name. I have allowed him to touch me without even knowing what the hell I was doing. I'm so fucking dumb to have ever got drunk in the first place. My chest tightens as I think about the day again but I'm quick to shake the thought off my mind and I continue walking down the hallway with my head hung low. Dawn. The ugly quiet girl that's always seen in a novel who just lost her innocence to a stranger.

--- ### 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."

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

A question struck my mind. ‘How did you find me?’ I asked him. He smirked. ‘I followed you,’ he said. I looked at him in surprise. ‘Follow me?’ I muttered those words as he increased the volume of the music. ................................... JULET’S POV Following a total stranger home, not knowing where he was taking me, we entered a grand estate named "The Damien's Estate." It was like another world, vast and magnificent. My mouth dropped open in awe; I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen something so impressive. As we drove, we passed under an arch of floricultures that provided shade.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li