Becoming Strangers Again Novel Novels & Stories

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?

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

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.

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

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

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive

And for the first time, I felt the terrifying, exhilarating urge to start reading. The walk back to the guesthouse was a different journey. Every face in the crowd was no longer just a blur of humanity; it was a potential chapter. The hurried man in the trench coat, the young woman laughing into her phone, the shopkeeper sweeping the entrance to his store—each held a secret, a story, a past. And for the first time, the thought didn't make me feel adrift in a sea of strangers. It made me feel connected, a part of a sprawling, chaotic narrative.