9 Perfect Strangers Book Novels & Stories

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Furious, Selena tried secretly drugging both herself and Hayden to force a situation, but Hayden caught her and dumped her out into the street. The next day, Selena woke up in an alley, barely clothed. Her mind shattered from the shock, and Hayden had her committed to a psychiatric hospital. As for Hayden, the man who used to spend several days each month in a mountain temple for spiritual retreat, he never went back. They say he even put away the prayer beads he always carried. But none of that mattered to me anymore. Three months after our engagement, Caleb proposed. I smiled as I accepted the flowers, but I didn't take the ring.

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

But we both came to a halt when we heard a familiar voice. “I apologize for the interruption.” We jumped back as if we were burning each other and stared at the person with wide eyes. Grecia! Screw me! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/N -Please drop a like and comment on your opinion about the chapter or story in general, and make us happy! Stay safe and be healthy -N&S (Middlebencherzz)

asked Eros annoyed. Jane thought for a moment. "They're so boring! I want to meet random guys so I can get nervous and all," Jane said casually. If most people are afraid or hesitant to meet strangers, Jane wants to meet and get to know strangers. Eros shook his head slowly. Jane's quirks have no cure. "If you don't want to come, I'll sign up myself, who knows I might find the perfect date there!" cried Jane as she left the pool. Eros took a deep breath. The girl had completely lost her mind. There are no good, perfect men on dating apps like that. Applications like that only contain people without work.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

With her hands on her hips, she looks me square in the eyes and says “Yo, what the hell? Why weren’t you picking up your phone? I literally had to find out from your parents about your arrival. It hasn’t even been a day in a different country and you are already acting weird! “She fumed. I quickly flush at the truthfulness of her words. She was right. I really was acting strange. Yeah, yeah. Getting hooked over strangers. Ignoring everyone. Nice Pheebs, really nice... Which was really odd since I never did any of those. I was always the one to be staying out of all the trouble and dangers. Yet here I was acting like an idiot, fawning over a stranger whom I just met for a few seconds. Speakin

“You think it’ll reach out?” “I don’t think,” she said. “I know.” He moved to stand beside her. “You’re the blueprint.” She nodded slowly. “And that means it won’t disappear. It’ll come looking for what created it.” “Which is?” She met his eyes. “Me.” Final Scene – Unknown Location Somewhere in a crowded city, in a dim café filled with laughter and music, a stranger sat by the window. He looked ordinary—brown hair, tired eyes, quiet demeanor. A book in one hand. Coffee in the other.

The man is absolute eye candy. To my surprise, he is aiming for me; when he is inches away from my body, he abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; I might shapeshift in here with one wrong move. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly, which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be?