A Stranger In My Arms Novels & Stories

Hands folded across the chest. What does that look like to him or is it a way of him trying to make talks with me. "As your eyes sees it as" I answered back unlocking my car. "By the way, I met your sister. And I must say, she's undoubtedly the nicest person I've ever met. Like she was so easygoing and a cheerful person"

"Sorry. That's too much information for a stranger." Something softened in his eyes. “Are you alright?” “No,” I said honestly. “Are you?” He smiled slightly. “I’ve had better nights.” Before he could speak again, someone grabbed my arm roughly. It was the man from earlier that I had turned down. He had returned with his friend. “You think you’re too good for me eeh?” he said angrily. I tried to pull my arm back. "Let go of me." "Let go of her." The stranger said quietly.

I couldn’t tell if I was falling until strong arms caught me. His arms held me firmly, his scent unfamiliar. The laughter, the voices... all faded, as if something terrible had just happened. When I opened my eyes, it was his face I saw. It wasn’t Mason's arms. It wasn’t his family. It was a stranger... the same man who had been watching me all night. “Are you okay?” His voice was calm, steady. I blinked fast, pulling myself out of his arms and fixing my dress, ashamed of my weakness.

the stranger asked, their voice melodic and captivating. Amelia hesitated, torn between the allure of the masked stranger and the magnetic connection she felt with Adrian. She glanced back at Marcy, who offered an encouraging nod and then turned her attention to Adrian, who watched her intently. Taking a deep breath, Amelia placed her hand in the stranger's, accepting their invitation. As they glided onto the dance floor, the music enveloped them, their movements a delicate balance of elegance and tension. The masked stranger's touch was gentle yet commanding, their steps perfectly synchronized.

I sighed, closing my eyes and flinging myself forward. Instead of the rushing of air past my face, arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me before I plunged down the bridge. “What! What’s going on?!” I gasped as arms wrapped around my torso and held me pressed against something firm and warm. My eyes fluttered open and I turned stiffer than a mountain; the stranger was hugging me. My face was buried in his chest, and his head was rested on mine. His hug was gentle and warm and my eyes watered. When was the last time I got a hug?

Despite the confusion, a conflicting need stirred inside me, wanting comfort, connection, sex, anything to feel less alone. "I don't... I feel weird," I whispered, my eyelids growing impossibly heavy. The stranger's hand found my arm. Through the haze, I saw him clearly enough. He's the kind of man I'd normally avoid. Unshaven, with a smile that chilled rather than warmed. "Let me help you outside," he said, his fingers digging into my skin. "Get some fresh air." "No, I should..." My protest died as my mouth refused to work properly.

I turned around to face the stranger, my lips pulling into a smirk on seeing who it was. “Adonis.” I whispered, clearly out of it as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He leaned closer to me so that there was no space between us, his lips brushing against my jaw and sending me three hundred miles back home. I held into his jacket tightly for fear that I would slip if his arms around my waist went loose. His eyes found mine, growing darker by the minute. I couldn’t help but tune out everything. The music, the people around and leaving it to just him and I. Standing and swaying around. I licked my lips deliriously and felt his gaze follow the movement.

the stranger responded. “So that explains the tattoos?” She pointed to his covered limbs. The stranger twisted his arms back and forth, chuckling at her. “Yeah, I guess so.” Cara glanced back at her watch, realising she had been outside for some time. “I should get back to my friends.” She explained, lifting herself from the bench. She took a step forward, but her knees buckled underneath her before she felt the floor beneath her a warm arm wrapped itself around her waist protectively. She gazed up again to see the swirling chocolate eyes seeking hers. His lips twitched as his gaze travelled down to hers, the distance between their faces closing slowly. Time felt like it had stopped as the s

I really thought I was holding him tight but I couldn't feel my arms. "No!! Give him back!" "You have to...... not ok," the stranger said. I was so dizzy some of the words he said I didn't hear. I watched as the other stranger left with my son. I tried to run after her only to be grabbed. "You need..... let... help!" My body weakened further for every second I tried to break free and get my son. I could barely see anything or hear anything. I finally lay eyes on my arm which was covered in a red liquid.

Luther crossed his arms, he’s still doubtful of her words. “Trust me, alright?” She met his eyes and he saw how his adam’s apple move as he gulped. “I swear! I won’t ghost you!” She was about to leave, she already turned her back against him but he suddenly grabbed her arms and hugged her tightly. Eura was shocked to feel the warmth of his body. She was stilled and can’t react immediately. “I’ll hold on to your words. Meet me tomorrow, Miss Stranger. Keep your promise to me.”