The Strangers 2 Luke Novels & Stories

Most people were weirded out by it, but she liked that she wouldn’t be alone in that, at least for the next year. "I didn’t think they’d look the same," Luke murmured softly. Linda paused at the words Luke clearly had not meant to say out loud. "Well, obviously you wouldn’t think a complete stranger has the same eyes as you,” Emma said, and Linda silently thanked her for commenting. She was still trying to figure out what he was talking about. “What’s up with you today, Luke? You’re acting all mysterious."

He insisted, firmly, while we sat in silence for a moment, "Was there anyone there?" I tilted my head questioningly. "At the gas station." He added. I shook my head, "No." I heard nothing. Saw nothing, and was unaware of any stranger being there. Apart from the teen couple whom I wished had left the gas station way before the explosive took place. Or else, may God bless their souls. "Are you sure, Lo?" Luke asked again. "Yes. There was no one. Nothing." I confirmed. With a disappointed look across his face, he shifted awkwardly in his spot, preparing to get up, "Alright." He said, "I'm going to make a few phone calls. While I am at it, why don't you get some rest."

RECOVERY TEAM DEPLOYED. Lucas stared at the screen. Somewhere outside the room, a door slammed. Then another. Footsteps echoed through the corridor. The stranger turned toward the sound. "They found you." Eric stepped in front of Lucas. "Who?" The lights went out. In the darkness, the laptop displayed one final line. DO NOT ALLOW PAIR ONE TO ESCAPE.

Musicians filled the air with cheerful melodies while children chased each other through the crowded streets. Tonight... everyone seemed happy. Everyone except her. She continued walking quietly until— Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. She instinctively looked down before raising her gaze toward the stranger. He appeared to be no older than twenty. Messy red hair framed a handsome yet carefree face, while intelligent golden-brown eyes sparkled with amusement. Luke frowned. "...Doesn't he look familiar?" Everyone stared at the young man. "...He does." "But where have we seen him?" No one could remember.

After an hour, one of Lucas's bodyguards informed him that the cleaner had suffered a miscarriage. This news shocked him, as he never would have guessed that the cleaner was pregnant. However, he was grateful that it wasn't a life-threatening situation, as there had been a lot of blood. With his mind consumed by various thoughts, Lucas returned to the club, this time not to search for the mysterious stripper, but to distract himself from her. He must have spent the night with a ghost, as she had disappeared without a trace.

He approached Uncle Gerry and observed them conversing, but I didn't know what they were talking about; all I noticed was that Dustin seemed very dejected after a few minutes of conversation. I decided to leave my hiding place, and he was taken aback to see me there. "What are you doing here?" I inquired. "I came here to see Julia and Jonathan, but they don't seem to be home," he replied, his voice sad. I wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or laugh it off and thankfully, it helped me forget about Xavier and Mr. O'conner. "Let's go!" "I said. "Where are we going?" He questioned, his face puzzled.

I fumed in anger, I almost died in that damn accident, and he arranged it? “Okay, I can see how angry you are right now, and I get it. But we will not talk about our family issues in front of strangers.” Before I could say anything, Luke looked at his men and ordered "Drop them off at the police station. You are going to confess to what you did but if you decide to be clever and not do it. I will come after you and i will put you both in the ground" His men hurried to take the guys and took the one car driving away.

LUKE couldn’t help but think about Sophie ever since he saw her on the streets. He came here to Florida to forget about her… everything about her. He has finally started living normally without her and then, she suddenly showed up. Why now? Why here? He closed his eyes as he sat on the couch in their lounge. He hoped it was just an illusion… that it was just someone who happened to look like her. But then, he was so sure that it was really her. He took a deep breath to clear off his mind for a sec. Just then, he heard the front door open. “Oh Luke! You’re home early?” Lance asked him, as he slumped on the couch next to him.

I retorted, feeling hurt for my friends. "You're behaving entirely differently. If you say so, then alright, but still, I would like to have words with you, and I don't think we will remain strangers any more. So, can you come with me?" Mr. Connell's ego seemed hurt, and it was clearly evident on his face. Luke gripped me tighter, replying, "Sorry, but she wouldn't. Actually, you don't know, but she becomes uncomfortable with strangers, and as for the future, let's see."

Then they returned to normal. Luke stopped moving, his quiet humming ended at once. Slowly, his grip on my arm loosened as he turned to face the stranger standing among the trees.