Becoming Strangers Again Novel Novels & Stories

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

"After that, I returned to my home country and slowly forgot about it. After two to three months, I received a call from a stranger. It just happened to be Cathelina Bright. That day, when I went to an appointment, she told me that she had hired a company and would be working in America later on. She also said that she hadn't been back to America for a long time, that she had neither friends nor family, and that even though this was her home country, it was still a foreign country, so she asked me to help her find a place to live. I think that a girl who is in a strange place might feel a little uneasy. Furthermore, we are old classmates who have traveled a long distance to meet each other i

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.

It hurts, I can't accept that whoever else we trust is the one who will break our trust. *** I don't know where I am now but I'm sure I'm far away from them. Far from the people who hurt and fool me, and far from the people who just broke my trust. Now that I'm away from them, it's as if the heavy thing in my chest has disappeared and the anger and pain I feel have temporarily disappeared. When will this problem end? I really want to get back to the old life I had. I suddenly thought of opening my phone and I received a hundred missed calls from Britt, Michelle, Therese, Enzo, Tine, my brother, and especially Sebastian. I didn't expect him to call me, that's not the Sebastian I used to know.

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.

A lonely island surrounded by an endless sea of white mist. At its center stood a single lighthouse. Its light was dark. Not black. Simply... the absence of light itself. The Stranger's voice echoed once more from within the pen. "That is where unfinished stories go to die." The woman stared at the island. "I've never read about it." "No one has," the First Reader answered. "Every record of that place was erased." The city suddenly shook. Outside the windows... the stars began disappearing. Not exploding. Not fading. One by one...

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

I quickened my pace and looked for somewhere I could go to tuck the toy in. The weather warmed up a little after the new year. I wore a loose tracksuit, but underneath, I wore skin-tight clothes to get ready to be intimate with Samuel. Many people exercised in the park. I had no choice but to go to the restroom to tuck in the toy. Just as I arrived at the grove near the restroom entrance, a man wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and tightened my loose tracksuit. The man seemed to be accustomed to causing such shocking encounters. Right after he hugged me from behind, he started playing with himself.