Beautiful Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

The Hybrid's Daughter-Red Moon The Curse. It's a romantic slash supernatural story and it's really interesting. The male character in the novel is a werewolf/vampire creature and it kinda reminded me of the handsome blue-eyed stranger. They have similar features. Tall, handsome, strong, lovely scent and most importantly eyes of the ocean and he is the reason why the novel is so interesting to me. You may ask about my sudden interest in Werewolves and Vampires? Well the answer is Jeremy.

We had stood there and traded fake names and lies as if they were weapons, trying to protect ourselves from each other, yet we had ended up sharing something so raw and honest that it terrified me. I called her a stranger, but every time I looked into those eyes, I felt a strange, sickeningly beautiful sensation, like a long-lost part of my soul finally finding its missing half across a vast, dark ocean. My body laid back against the pillows with my side still hurting a bit, I tried to slow the frantic rhythm of my heart. My side, where she had driven that cold steel into my flesh just hours before, was now perfectly healed, leaving only a faint, white mark.

I was interested to know more about Azrael’s culture since it was one culture that survived humanity’s advancement since he was born in the older cities like me. Even at my height, I found the book. I wasn’t tall enough to reach it. I stood on my tiptoes, pushing me to a 5’10 but all I could feel was the tip of my fingers touching the ends of the book before someone taller pulled the book out. “That’s mine.” I mumbled as I turned back to look at the stranger who picked my book. I was stunned by his beauty. Ben was handsome, Azrael was handsomer, but this stranger was the handsomest. You can’t honestly blame me for appreciating beauty.

This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy. Think of it like a mystery admirer. I repeat it's all a fantasy... Hope you like the naughty bits... Daisy's P.O.V. You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal, anyway I've fallen in love or more like in lust with someone I know not . Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers. I wonder how he knew and I seem to not care much either because all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hunting my dreams faceless.

Am I the only stranger here? I'm trying to check the surroundings, to be free to hide. I was uncomfortable, and my position was threatened. But noticed the girl is beautiful, that's for sure. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, but she's got piercing on her nose. Her long hair is made curly. I look at myself, like the sky and the crust of hell. "Both of them are so perfect right?" What the heck? Damn it, this grandma. She's going to want to heat me. But Oma wasn't wrong. I'm the wrong one, and I should be the one who's conscious here. I don't deserve anyone.

she told me with a set face. Is she the one who came up with the name? I stepped away from her and I noticed she had a basket of flowers in her arm. “What if I buy the book instead, but still want to read it here?” “Then, that would be better,” she said and peered at the book I got. "It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers."

The moon shone lightly, with a scar—a scar caused by Astrid’s pain. Even the universe could feel something terrible is about to unfold upon Greymoon. Astrid stood at the end of the balcony, her gown glowing faintly under the moonlight. Behind Sebastian stood watching her silently

“What is it?” "'Burned for Her' by some Estella Grey. Your fans sent it." He picked it up again, showing me the cover. A woman with auburn hair and green eyes stared back at me. "They said the main character reminded them of you." "Auburn hair and green eyes?" “And a fire that won’t go out,” he said, flipping a page. “There’s a line I liked.” He read, “‘She wasn’t afraid of the dark. She’d been living in it so long, she learned to make it beautiful. To turn her scars into constellations and her pain into poetry.’”

a handsome stranger said, offering a crisp white handkerchief. Abigail's gaze met his, and for a moment, she forgot her sorrow and admired the handsome man.He was stunning, with chiselled features, piercing blue eyes, and a strong jawline that seemed carved by the gods. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his smile could charm the stars from the sky. But Abigail's pain was too raw, her pride too wounded. She shook her head, refusing the handkerchief, and tried to walk away. However, the stranger's grip on her arm was firm but gentle, stopping her in her tracks. It felt like healing to her hurt soul.

She's gentle, like something you want to take home and protect, guard, and cherish. He looked her over carefully as they parted temporarily, as her grief seemed to ease. Autumn backs away, fearing him again. Then she attempts to cover herself, folding her body up against itself as best she could. She peered up at him with those frightened but now sad eyes. Bastion looks at her high, delicate cheekbones and small, pointed chin. It was hard for him to believe she was the same female he spent so much time with, learning to be natural. Her beauty is peculiar, and her body is astounding in this different setting. Bastion found it hard to believe that he accomplished his mission and was about to b