Becoming Strangers Again Novel Novels & Stories

I only want to clear my mind off things, then leave and since I have an escort with me, I'm okay. I walked in together with the guard and shrieked a bit as I was welcomed with the loud boom of song. Gosh, I hate clubs. The first one I had ever gone to resulted me into getting a baby from a stranger. How funny!. And, I'm currently stuck with trying to leave with the jerk. He's so annoying and not close to who a sane girl would want as her boyfriend or baby's daddy.

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

From somewhere further back, somewhere I couldn’t quite reach, the way a song lyric sits on the tip of your tongue and refuses to surface. I have felt a stranger’s presence but nobody had a face to it, until now, something in me kept insisting I did know her, that I had always known her. My phone buzzed against the desk. Sophie’s name lit the screen, and I let it ring out. Whatever game she was playing, I didn’t have the patience for it today.

But voices in my head are so loud, my body has no idea what it feels like to get some shut eye. I stare at the wall as the truth sinks inside my bones. Nine years has been erased and relief washes over me. Relief that she doesn’t remember the moment everything shattered. It feels like the heavens are sending me a fresh start. I wasn't superstitious but hell, I'm about to become one. I grab my phone and dial Anderson's number. “Is she asleep?” I ask when he picks up. “Asleep, sir?” He asks and I fight the urge to pull his body through my phone.

Forcing a smile, she stammered, "Johnny… what are you doing here? I… I just thought since it's almost New Year, I'd stop by to see my parents after finishing my work…" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "Then why are you here in this neighborhood? And why did that man just call him 'Dad'?" I narrowed my eyes, studying the man in front of me. Something about him felt familiar. A fragment of memory surfaced— He had been at our wedding. Back then, he'd stared at my wife with a lingering, almost obsessive gaze that had made me deeply uncomfortable. But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him.

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.

"Miss Winters, do you really want to start over with Mr. Cross? If I may say so, based on my experience, men who betray their marriages are likely to do it a second or third time. And... "Didn't your parents already arrange for you to go abroad for treatment? You'll be leaving in a month, won't you?"

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

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

KENNA I woke up alone the next morning to bright sunlight glaring at me and my body tangled between the sheets. Memories of what I did last night came crashing down on me like a heavy wave. I had sex with a stranger. And not only that, but he didn't use protection. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself in a murmur. I was incredibly careless last night. What if I got pregnant? No way, that couldn't happen. Not in a million years would it ever be possible for me to get pregnant from a one-night stand. I was just worried about nothing.