When We Were Strangers Book Novels & Stories

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

Strangers? "What are we to you? Strangers? Enemies? Or friends? You're the only one who can answer that question. Because you see, we admit that we are at fault here too. We're wrong for mistreating you. But if you see us as strangers now, we can still be friends anytime. Just don't come at us crying because they abused you. You see, if your man can kill a woman," she drops her hand and looked at me with cold, empty eyes.

They will ruin you! She has stuck to this rule without questions and has successfully withdrawn herself from people. But someone is not willing to let her be. Instead, he is bent on unravelling the mystery around her. when I went for my group study the following week. I stood among the group members with my textbook spread opened on my palms. I tried to speak but couldn't. All I did was stutter. This reminded me of my first day with Veronica; how I couldn't make one good sentence.

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

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.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

I was stunned. "Very well," said the stranger, lifting me a little more in his hands. Now I could see almost the entire large shed behind the military guardhouse. Not only the shed but... People. Men, women. Tall, strong. All the newcomers looking out. Everyone is very aware of the strange and crazy conversation I was having with that stranger. "Since the stars sent you to us, then how are we going to refuse a slave delivered by such goodwill?"

Strangers became neighbors, and neighbors became friends, bound by the shared threads of empathy, understanding, and a collective yearning for connection. As they continued their journey, Nathan and Miranda encountered a young woman named Maya, whose passion for human connection mirrored their own. Maya had founded a community center that served as a hub for individuals seeking connection and belonging. It was a place where people could come together, engage in meaningful conversations, and explore shared interests.