When We Were Strangers Book Novels & Stories

“Jorge, his daughter Eliz, mom, and I never really have a warm moment. Like, a family moment. We barely even talk. Riding a car with them without chatting with each other is the most uncomfortable situation.” “That’s awful. They are your stepfamily right?” “Uh-huh, but Eliz and I got a little closer with each other in New Jersey. We just haven't gotten to bond yet.” My face lightened up when we reached the grandmother’s house with flowers sticking out on her fence. I wheezed. “Let’s steal some flowers.” I snatch Noah’s arm and drag him near the grandmother’s gate. “Crystal, that’s a crime. Why would we steal— oh god.” Noah blurted as I picked the flower and dashed.

For me, strangers are defined as people who can sell their loyalty, and betray their own, at any point in time. That was all these people were to me. Strangers in suits. Strangers eating my food. Strangers celebrating a version of me that didn’t exist. And then I remembered Annabelle again. I saw her before she saw me. Because we exchanged glances. Annabelle sat there…small, quiet, alone in a hall full of people who came for me, not for her. No friend. No mother. No sister. No one to whisper to her that she looked beautiful. And God… she did look beautiful.

The stranger. He’s here

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

“Can I… can I hug you for the last time, for now, Adrian?” “Sure,” I said without hesitation, my heart aching at the thought of her leaving. We moved together, Carsen joining us, and the three of us were enveloped in a tight group hug. In that moment, pressed between them, a wave of gratitude washed over me. They might not have understood my choices, but they offered unwavering support and genuine love. I had found a family in these strangers, a bond that transcended blood, and for that, I would always be thankful. As they pulled away, the warmth of their embrace lingered, a comforting reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, I wasn't alone.

The weight of betrayal hung in the air as I awaited Abigail's response. Abigail's eyes met mine, and her struggle against the initial strangers momentarily halted. "No, I didn't bring them here. I don't know who they are," she asserted, her voice strained yet genuine. The desperation in her eyes mirrored my own sense of confusion. The strangers remained silent, their faces obscured by masks and shadows. The air crackled with tension as I searched for answers in their stoic expressions. Abigail and I found ourselves unwilling captives, caught in the crossfire of enigmatic forces converging in the small confines of the hut.

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

It may have even seemed that way if anybody else ever saw us because that kind of gesture was (almost) never done between strangers. Yes. Strangers. We were strangers. I didn't even know his name and he didn't know mine yet here I was daydreaming about him. And to think that I was starting to develop a crush on this guy who called me an idiot earlier...I really was a sucker for bad boys!

Eros said. Luna and Jane nodded quickly hearing Eros' story. They remember it very clearly. At the time they were playing in the park, there was a stray dog ​​that escaped from the dog shelter and happened to bite Eros. Eros really had a hard time after that. The injuries weren't that bad, but the trauma was no joke. "But, this is outrageous, you compare our cases, you compare Sam to a dog?!" Luna exclaimed annoyed. Eros scowled and glanced sinisterly at Luna.

“We’re mere strangers.” “Strangers, huh?” I asked, a small smirk tugging at my lips. He nodded, though the movement was uncertain. I leaned down slowly, brushing my nose along the side of his neck, breathing in that warm honey and spiced apple scent that had been haunting me for days. “Well, can strangers do this?”