A Stranger In My Arms Novels & Stories

The man stepped back instead. She took a step forward and tried to grab his mask but the man continued to retreat. Valeria pushed the man step by step to the sofa. Finally, there was no space for him to retreat anymore and she quickly reached out. The man turned his head and he reached out to pull Valeria's hand. She was suddenly in the man's arm. A familiar scent of cologne filled her nose. She looked up at the man who was holding her in his arms in disbelief and asked, "William?"

NINA. I stood before the mirror and felt awed. The reflection indicated a stranger standing at a strange facsimile of me. I reached out and touched my face and my cheekbones; this was certainly a different me. I think I looked like... Lauren Hilton. "Hello, dear, are you okay?" the elderly woman's voice echoed in a soft, quiet voice. I was slow in replying to the elderly woman since I was lost in thought. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," I could hardly order my head as I turned on the tap and washed my hands, trying to clear the fog out of my brain.

Arms locked tight, pulling me close, as though everything steady depends on this hold. A whisper brushes through the strands of my hair. Something true begins there, he says so softly it almost fades. Breathing slows as his pulse fills my ears, a rhythm paired with the fire’s soft snap. This stranger’s hold feels like returning - though walls are unfamiliar, though names still hang unlearned. Belonging settles deep, quiet, without reason. ---

He poured his hot liquids inside me, intensifying the pleasure even more! He remained above me, breathing heavily, his member still was inside me. After a few minutes, he lay beside me and hugged me tightly. I couldn't explain it, but I felt secure. His arms felt like the safest place to be. "Goodnight, Baby." he whispered to my ear. "gowdnayt shu." I replied lazily. I felt a kiss on my forehead. I smiled and everything turned black as I lose my consciousness. But really... Who was this stranger I made love with?

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I didn’t deserve their love, I didn’t deserve their understanding, I didn’t deserve them. Arthur suddenly wrapped his arms around me and held me close. If his goal was to shock me out of crying, then he succeeded. I went dead silent all at once. Perhaps I should have said something, but my brain was too confused to even think of words right now. Aside from the fact that Arthur considered me an assistant, he wasn’t really a touchy-feely kind of person in general. Suddenly hugging me like this? I honestly didn’t know what to think about it.

“We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ” If she chooses whom she would like to be with, there is no doubt that Shean will quickly choose the stranger. She turned to the walking testosterone, and before she could understand what was happening, she just felt he hold one of her arms and pulled her out of the bar. She did not felt the need to struggle. The touch of his hand on her seemed to ignite her intense desire to be confined to the long and strong arms of a stranger. It is fine with her wherever he takes her, as long as he holds her. She will come with him.

I felt sleepy and I shifted in his arms, he moved me back in place and as he walked out of the restaurant, the cold air seeped within the skin of my exposed arms but it didn't matter as I was warm and safe in his arms. I felt safe in the arms of a stranger. My big grumpy stranger....

Christian It's not someone I know. No. The man I bump into who has his arms wrapped around me is a complete and absolute stranger. Messy blond hair, falling around his face flawlessly. Dark chocolate eyes that stare so deeply at me, I fear they can see my soul. And an impossibly ripped figure. The latter, I'm conscious of because my arm is still holding those slightly bulging biceps, while he holds onto me. It takes me more than a moment to regain myself, and pull away from the gaze of this stranger.