9 Perfect Strangers Book Novels & Stories

They even matched in clothing. A loud thud followed by ruffling came from the other side of the settee. " Is he finally here?" Make that three strangers. Great. A deep throb in my head beat even harder with the addition of the newest member of the group of strangers in the same room. Determined to find out their purpose here, I placed my hands on either side of my face directly on my hot cheeks. "Will someone please tell me why three strangers broke into my home and are acting like they own this place?"

I frantically searched my pockets, but the phone I had been holding onto must've flown somewhere when Joshua had grabbed me. Soon, the rash spread all over my body. My face had swollen up from the reaction, and I could barely see through my eyes. Not to mention, breathing became difficult too. If I couldn't escape, I would die in the storage room. As I searched for something to break the lock, I finally spotted my phone that had been tossed to the corner. Overjoyed, I picked it up with trembling hands. However, neither my parents, my brother, nor Joel answered my calls.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

Ethan had ordered a massive three-meter-tall cake, and everyone was celebrating her. The yacht set sail as fireworks lit up the sky—everything was so beautiful it felt like a dream. Even Isabella felt momentarily dazed. As if they were back in their happiest days, sweet and inseparable. Until Ethan's phone buzzed and he looked down at it. Isabella glanced over and realized he wasn't reading a message—he was checking social media. Understanding dawned. She opened her own social media to find Sophie had just posted a photo. The image showed Sophie sitting alone at a table in darkness with a cake and a single lonely candle. The caption read: "My 23rd birthday, spending it alone again."

Unnoticed, forgotten. Ethan stirred awake. Sunlight spilled across the suite, and he reached for a glass of water. His eyes caught the necklace. The delicate gold chain. Heart-shaped pendant. He held it like a treasure, something precious, priceless, the weight of it heavy in his palm. A strange smile crossed his lips. Even without a name, even without a face, Ethan knew something had changed. That night, a thread had been tied between two strangers — a thread he would carry, unknowingly, for years to come.

“I don’t know what you do. My point is that I don’t know you. For someone in my position, going to Paris with a man I hardly know will be a terrible mistake.” Tinashe smiled. “Are you seriously saying no?” “I didn’t expect you to really buy the tickets. I have been scammed by men before. One left me stranded at OR Tambo. I am sorry. You can still get a refund from the airlines. I am sorry.” “What would male you say, yes?” “Right now, nothing. I was stupid last night. I am the one who advocates for the public to be smart with strangers. I have to practice what I preach.”

Liana’s POV Seems like you want to take an extra time” a voice came in from behind. I turn towards that direction and it was the stranger. My newest miracle “Ohh no thank you already” I said pretending I was ok “ you don’t seem to mean what you say, anyways I think I would still spend an extra time, you can continue it you want” saying this he gave me a short smile and left. I didn’t know know when a hug smile fall on my face, i was really greatfull for the extra time

CHAPTER 1: STRANGER AFTER STRANGER (TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING) The 7:42 train is always packed but today it's something else entirely, bodies crushed together so tight I can feel the buttons of the man in front of me pressing through my blouse, can smell the perfume of the woman beside me mixing with coffee breath and sweat and the metallic tang of the rails under us. I grab the overhead strap because there's nowhere else to hold and I plant my feet and I resign myself to another thirty minutes of being sardined between strangers while I think about the grocery list and the meeting at nine and whether Jerry remembered to take the trash out this morning like I asked him three times before I

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

I paused, looked at his face contorted in grief, and continued, “I’m doing fine here. There’s no need for forgiveness coupons, no one to make me apologize for a mistake I didn’t commit, and no one who’d abandon me for another woman when I miscarried. I even got to taste seafood. “The people here respect and care about me. Ethan even peels the prawns for me. “You’re too late, Leonard. We’re long past the point of no return.” Ethan stepped forward and hugged my shoulder lightly, turning to Leonard. “She’s made it abundantly clear. Now, please leave and stop disrupting her life.” When he saw me leaning into Ethan’s embrace, Leonard finally understood that some things could not be put back toget