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Mia scurried away as Sofia inched closer to him. “I want to know what it’s truly about” He whispered. “It’s about us. It’s about the story of us” Sofia whispered and her eyes dropped to the stand right behind him, across the lasciviously beautiful book cover and the name across it—A Deal With Mr Baron. Truly, this book was about their story. About two people so different that they could swear they weren’t for each other but fate has a real funny way of laughing in our faces. Even after so long, even after so much had changed.

“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.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

The stranger’s pen did not scrape against the paper; it flowed. The charcoal tip moved with a soft, breathy whisper, leaving behind a line that was thick, dark, and utterly devoid of the violet sheen that had haunted our steps for nine volumes. Around the hearth, the survivors of the Default Exchange drew closer, the warmth of the fire casting long, dancing shadows across the grass of the new valley. For the first time since the first vault opened, the silence wasn't a threat. It was an invitation.

the stranger replied The doors opened Cold air rushed in Different from before Sharper Heavier Not forest anymore Something else Kai looked outside And froze. It wasn’t a road It wasn’t a safe place It was another facility Bigger Darker Hidden Lights low Guards everywhere Not like before These ones didn’t look confused Didn’t look rushed They looked ready Prepared Waiting Kai’s stomach dropped “No…” he whispered “No, no, no…” “This is not safe,” he said, turning back. “You said—” “I said what I needed to say,” the stranger cut in Kai shook his head “You’re taking him back.” “No” “Then what is this?!” The stranger stepped out of the vehicle Then looked back at him Eyes sharp “This is where th

“I—” Before she could finish, he crossed the room in a single, silent stride. He stopped just in front of her, looming so close she had to tilt her head back to meet his piercing gaze. “Don’t you dare claim to get along with my family,” he whispered. “You are nothing but a stranger to them.” His words sent a sharp sting to Anna’s chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. They seemed stuck in her throat. He leaned closer, his body pressing against hers, his lips close to her ear.

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 am still Gracias. But I am no longer the scorned wife. I am no longer the betrayed sister. I am a stranger. With a stranger. In a place where perhaps nothing matters anymore but the present moment. And this man's gaze resting on me, for once, does not hurt.