Two Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

He started, trying to make his voice loud. I was barely able to hear him due to the loud music and cheering audience. “Thank you, to whatever you said.” I said also trying to make myself loud. He laughed. “Can I get your number?” He asked as he brought out his phone. “I don't give out my number to strangers.” I replied. “Please, pretty.” He added, smiling He looked like he wasn't going to give up until I gave it to him and I had no option than to. “Thank you," he said. I’m Romeo.”

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

‎ ‎He was close enough now. ‎“Or you'll regret it.” ‎ ‎The leader's smile faded. ‎ ‎“Really" he said softly. ‎ ‎The leader jerked his chin. ‎ ‎“Go.” ‎ ‎Two men stepped forward looking confident. ‎ ‎“Wrong place, man " one said, rolling his shoulders. ‎ ‎“Hope you can run " the other added. ‎ ‎The stranger did not move. ‎ ‎The first man lunged at him throwing a punch. ‎ ‎The stranger shifted just enough and the punch missed him.

Adrian and Mariquita put the stools in their places. As we all step out through the back door. Adrian exhales and stretches. “So where do you guys live?”. Mariquita asks as we walk a little. “Starlife avenue, building number nineteen”. I answer. “We stay in the third floor, apartment number fifteen. You guys can drop by sometime”. Annalia finishes and I nod my head. “Yeah, we will”. She responds. “You've got food right?”. Adrian asks. “Yeah, do you?”. Matteo repeats as he leans on Adrian's shoulder. “Just ignore the two idiots”. Mariquita says as she shoves them. I laugh shake my head. “It's okay we'd see you in school on Monday”. I say as I walk backward. “Wait, you guys can't just go like

If this all fails all I see is me being the perfect housewife and just allowing it to happen till I'm buried six feet under. “You know a lot of amazing artists come out here and get their best ideas.” a random voice quipped out of the darkness piquing my attention. Unsure of how long he had been there. I looked over to see a man over six feet tall. Perfect beard, brown eyes, and an accent I couldn’t decipher. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you to not talk to strangers?” A chuckle escaped his mouth at my comment, but he was still looking forward. “You’re about a foot shorter than me, I am sure I can take you.” He joked. He stood there in silence with me. “They say talking about your problems t

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I was getting bored and I think I wanted some music. I reached for the music player and tuned it on to one of the great American Hiphops. Stefan looked at me and I smiled. "I hate the silence." I said looking away. "I do too, but I just don't know where to start the conversation." He said and I looked at him away. "Why don't you start from the place where you left me for another woman." I said and he sighed. "That was a long time ago Elena. We don't need to discuss that." He said and I smiled.

I was almost to the end when I spotted them again—the same two men, lingering near the streetlight, gesturing at me, voices low but carrying. The scarred one pointed. “There she is. Come on, she’s alone now.” My stomach dropped. I quickened my pace, eyes on the pavement, when I noticed the stranger again. He was in between two trucks like he’d been waiting, cigarette back between his fingers. He didn’t say a word, but his presence was enough. The men hesitated, looked at each other, then turned and vanished into the rain without another sound.

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

The lock that had never fully caught scraped open under one hand. He left first. The other man followed a minute later. Back in the neon dark of the bar the jukebox still played, the crowd still moved, and two strangers who had never exchanged names returned to opposite ends of the room with the residual ache of a bathroom stall still thrumming under their skin. The night continued. The look that had started it all was already gone.