A Stranger In My Arms Novels & Stories

For Ice, this was a new and unfamiliar sensation. It felt strange to be embraced like this, to hear someone's heartbeat and their breathing. It was a sensation she had never experienced before—perhaps it was comfort? More bizarrely, she found herself unable to resist. It was as if her body had gone numb, her muscles relaxed and her mind blank. Even when she realized she should try to pull away, she felt immobilized by an unexpected sense of warmth and security. "Don't," Jacob murmured, holding her in place. Ice furrowed her brow. The embrace was gentle enough that she could easily escape if she wanted to. But, despite her mind's commands, her body seemed to crave this warmth. It was as if it

"Amy!" Alan stormed toward me, his face contorted in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing? You're my mate! Have you lost your mind?" I hadn't expected him to show up here. Disgust twisted in my gut as I yanked my hand free. The way he looked at me turned my stomach. "We're done, Alan. Stop clinging to me!" I yelled.

Usually, I wasn’t the type of person and I would have taken the hands of the stranger off me but the alcohol was doing a lot. “You dance so well, pretty lady,” the stranger whispered in my ears and I shuddered from the close proximity. I giggled at his words instead and continued to dance on him. He spun me around so that I would be facing him. My arms went around his neck as he placed his hand on my waist. My eyes met his then and I shuddered from the beauty of his blue eyes.

Everybody started looking around for the groom. "Where is Carlos?", my mother whispered under her fake smile as she walked me to the alter. "I don't care", I said and then we reached the alter. Valerie reached out and took my hands. Everyone in the crowd gasped, shocked. "Hello Stranger", he said with a broad smile on his face. "Hello you", I said smiling back. "This is gonna be the best wedding ever", he said. Oh yes it is

“Stop playing dumb. If it isn’t you, why would you carry something like this? Honestly speaking, this is nothing compared to mine. “Don’t worry, though. Since you’ve started spending time with me here, I’ll definitely make sure you enjoy yourself.” The world seemed to spin when he wrapped his arms around me from behind. My tracksuit bottoms had somehow slipped down to my knees.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

I’ve always loved music, and this song does something to my brain that eases the tangled web of emotions threatening to drag me under. I sway, closing my eyes, as the stranger wraps an arm around my waist to keep me flush against his chest. My head fits perfectly in the crook of his shoulder. He smells divine–like leather and sweat and something deeper… sandalwood and the vanilla candles I hoard in my room back in Eastonia. It’s comforting. I feel instantly, wholly at peace in this man’s arms and I… A shout rings through the crowd. He stiffens, but the music continues to play. Another shriek, and then more shouting, and suddenly the man snaps into action and picks me up like I weigh nothing

The stranger. He’s here

Forever. "Ok. Let's get you upstairs then," I suddenly found myself being lifted in his arms. And so, the stranger who now called a friend carried me through his house. It was weird being in another man's arms. Wrong, but right but right at the same time. I buried my head into his shoulder, sniffing him. Oh, he smelt so good. Before I knew it, he placed me on a soft bed, undid my shoes, tucked me in, and wanted to leave. "Wait," I called out. Please, don't go." I told him. Don't leave me."