A Stranger In My Arms Novels & Stories

he whispered into my ear. In annoyance I threw his hand from my arm, and because of my sudden movement I almost fell again, but he swiftly managed to hug me so I wouldn't fall. Damn! This man must be looking for an opportunity to grope my body. "You deliberately want to grope my body!" I accused him while struggling in his arms. But he just tightened his grip on me and he didn't seem to let me go. What a strange man. I was really surprised by this sudden change in his demeanor. Could this guy have bipolar too? Oh no! Why did God give me such a terrible husband like him? No wonder he wants to marry me. If he didn't have all kinds of strange disorders, then he would have preferred to marry the

I didn't answer that because I had a hard time moving because it's crowded. I was surprised when he weakly shook my arm "Why?" I ask "Fix your skirt, you don't know someone is looking at you" That's when I noticed that my skirt wasn't in order, so I fix it. I looked at him and smile slightly Because he told me to fix my skirt. 'That's all

He walked over, towering over me, and said casually, "What's wrong? Haven't heard from you in a while. Are you mad at me? I haven't seen you in so long. I really want to hug you." He spoke in that familiar sweet tone, bending toward me. I smelled the woman's fragrance on him and instinctively recoiled in disgust, turning my body away. Ross froze mid-motion. In the past, whenever we fought, his gentle embrace always managed to calm me no matter how angry I was. Ross straightened up, frowning deeply. "What's your problem now?" I didn't answer. Instead, I stood up and moved to the nearby couch, putting some space between us. His expression soured further, as he impatiently tried to explain.

Ethan looked at Isabella's expression—that coldness and unfamiliarity couldn't possibly be fake. Looking more carefully, though her features and face were exactly the same, the person in front of him seemed like a completely different person. Ethan suddenly felt like someone was squeezing his heart, making it impossible to breathe. "Bella!" He frantically grabbed Isabella's arm, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

“Sorry about that. A kid ran into the road.” The bus starts moving. Slowly, awkwardly, I reach out and curl my fingers around the stranger’s forearm. His skin is warm. His muscles are firm beneath my touch. Oh god. I'm touching a man. A real man. And not just touching — clinging. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. He just stands there like it’s the most normal thing in the world, letting me borrow a piece of his balance. I glance up. He’s looking straight ahead, earbuds in, completely unfazed. Who is this guy? And how is he so calm while a total stranger clings to his arm like a lifeline?

I distracted myself by playing games on my phone in the crowded waiting hall until I felt a gentle tap on my back. I turned around slowly and my mouth dropped open with disbelief. There he was. The stranger from the club. He looked incredibly different. His face was pale, and there was a single crutch right underneath his right arm. A smug smile lingered on his face as he met my eyes and nodded slowly, "It's a small world, isn't it?" He asked. I shuffled my feet, taking a few steps away from him, "Oh, you again?" "Yeah." I glanced around desperately, hoping that Charles would pop out of the crowd and punch this smirk off this stranger's face before pulling me away.

Heat flashes through me so fast I almost drop my glass. The jukebox plays something old and slow. Sophie drags me up to dance. Her hands find my waist. My arms loop around her neck. We sway off-beat. She spins me until the room blurs. The handful of late-night regulars clap and whistle. We bow like rock stars.

Callista “What if we…?” The words barely made it out of my mouth before they tangled with my breath and died somewhere between my lips and his chest. My heart slammed hard against my ribs like it was trying to escape me. My thoughts spiraled so fast I could barely catch one. What if we did? What if I had sex with this stranger? I dragged my palm across my face, wiping away the thin sheen of sweat gathering on my skin. My fingers trembled. I felt hot.

he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. My mind went blank. I couldn’t move, couldn’t protest, and couldn’t even think. The only thing I could do was stare at him, completely hypnotized by the way his thumb lingered on my lips. That sensation was overwhelming, almost unbearable, and yet I found myself giving in.

He pulled closer to her and closed the gap between them, She tried to push him off but his hand encircled her waist and pulled her closer to his warmth, their face were inches apart. "Let me go" She gulps nervously trying to wriggle out of his arms, but his arms are tight on her, They stare deeply into each other eyes. Jayden couldn't believe what was going on with him, he tried pulling away from her but his whole body betrayed him and they could hear their heart beating fast. He turned his gaze to her lips and he got coaxed to kiss her, he moved his lips closer and suddenly they got interrupted by an alarm and they pulled away from each other quickly, Jayden opened the door and rushed to hi