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"It has been a long fairly self-sufficient journey, Henry, and I wasn't sure I was going to last with this book considering my level of education, knowledge of words and sentence construction. To be honest, I have thought of throwing this book away and not completing it but I can't because it is my life's work. I find myself telling stories on days when I have nothing to write about and I am not sure if the stories I tell are amazing stories or just a piece of shit that people are going to struggle to read. But, my entire life's work lies in what I am writing. I know it doesn't sound decent for me to call it my life work since I have been writing it in less than a year but I have to admit, I

“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

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.

I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating from the stress or lack of sleep. I stepped out hesitantly, each footfall slow and uncertain. My foot could feel the coldness of the polished floor. The office lights were dim—just the soft glow from emergency strips and a few desk lamps left on by habit. The usual hum of activity had long since gone to sleep. It wasn’t just quiet. It was after-hours quiet. And there he was. A stranger. In my office, near my desk. I tried not to panic. Sure, he was handsome—okay, more than handsome. The kind of handsome that made my brain short-circuit for half a second. His jaw was sharp, his frame all lean muscle and calm power, like someone born to walk into a room

A few heartbeats later, she stepped away from him and realized that her audience had left. “That wasn’t so bad after all,” Ellen said, turning back to face the handsome stranger in front of her. The events of the last few minutes had sobered her up a bit. The handsome stranger looked stunned as he stared at her. His face was hardened in anger, and stepping towards her, he raised up his right hand.

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?

The man placed his finger on his lips and whispered, "Shhhhhhh! Don't ever say that again. He then embraced me and patted my back as if I were a baby. The man looked down at me and our eyes met and I saw the warmth and concern in his eyes. Why does this stranger look so concerned? His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me close as if he was trying to protect me from the world. As I looked up again at him, I could see the concern etched on his face. is this stranger worried about me? No one has really cared about me but seeing the genuine concern in the eyes of this stranger touched my heart. It reminds me of a phrase I read in a book, “there are still good people out there.” The silence

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”

The strange turned to look at him, their eyes locking for the first time. Liam calmed himself. As a gay man, he had been eager to see this kind of man. The man in front of him is the man he is looking for! However, he himself tried to calm himself. He doesn’t want this man to get scared, and instead of helping him, he will run away. “Stay close and keep quiet,” the stranger said, his voice low and steady. Liam almost shivered with his voice. It was as if he wanted to hear it all the time. It was good in the ear and felt like the voice of the stranger was trying to lure him.

“Hey. I need to know where Alice is. Is she in school today?” “Can't tell you that, sorry.” “Come on. I'm her… friend. Just tell me where she is,” the voice said. “If you're her friend, like you claim to be, you'd know where she is without asking me and disturbing my quiet time,” Nora said, paying no heed to the stranger. “Oh, come on,” the stranger said, pulling the Kindle away from her. “Oh my goodness. Give me back my book right this moment,” she said, turning—finally face to face with the stranger.