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“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

He already had a bad opinion about her from the very start… and until now. Nah! She seems to be going crazy to think of some kind of nonsense. Why is she acting like that? She should be avoiding him because he is a man. And men were no good for her. Especially now that she knows her defenses are weak when it comes to strangers. It was enough that she fantasized about him. She was inspired enough and have done with her novel. It is enough that he was just inside her imagination, and she felt the feelings she wants to feel every time she thinks about him.

The stranger. He’s here

"If it's not inconvenient, may I come in?" Stunned, Hiya found herself nodding in agreement. The stranger crossed the threshold, and Hiya, eager to extend hospitality, ushered her into the living room. The clash of two worlds, one subdued and colorless, the other vibrant and mysterious, unfolded as they embarked on an unexpected encounter. Hiya, in her simple act of offering water and arranging tea, unknowingly began a chapter that held the promise of change, injecting a splash of intrigue into her otherwise dull existence.

The women remained silent while Abigail touched the glass in the trembling hands of the maid before smirking at her, hidden from the eyes of the others. "Oops!" She exclaimed lightly as the glass fell to the floor with a loud crash. The maid gasped and dropped to the ground, stammering an incoherent apology as she picked up the shattered pieces of glass. "Do better," Abigail said carelessly as she stepped around the crouched maid and strolled out the door. The nurse stared at the door, her brows drawn together as suspicion settled in her gut. That woman was trouble! She thought decisively. Rich people are weird though. How could the master bring in another woman while his legal wife was stil

NALANI It was as if I had been struck by a tidal wave. It seemed like there was a laser torturing my eyelids that instead of opening my eyes, I just closed it tightly because of the glary light from the bulb. The softness of the bed was unfamiliar to me—I immediately understood that I was not in my own bed. I buried my face in the pillow and suddenly someone tapped my butt and Esther's voice dominated, "I don't want to wish you good morning because I'm mad. So get up, the food is ready."