Before We Were Strangers Novels & Stories

I rammed my finger into her more before her legs gave way and her orgasm washes through her, we hold each other as we go to bed. This was all we had. The next morning, our stranger left. We escorted him until we couldn’t anymore and waved him goodbye, wondering what the wind will blow in again.

We were still strangers in some ways, but now we were strangers sitting closer. Strangers trying. Trying was something. And for now, that was enough.

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

Maybe next time I should bring some sunglasses because I’m afraid I’ll be utterly blinded by them. Liam grabbed my shoulder and slid it to his arm after we had stood outside the car for a time. I didn’t know we were in front of the mall because there were so many people crowding us earlier. As Liam and I entered the mall, reporters continued to follow us and take pictures. I kept my fake smile on my lips and pretended that Liam and I were so in love. “Uh?” I noticed the presence of two people I recognized in the distance. “Trina! Eliz!’’

Triple J grabbed the entire bottle from the counter and began to empty its contents in his stomach like it was water. He was so angry and he knew the only way of getting rid of it was by drinking alcohol. How could his parents choose a total stranger over him? Someone they had only known for two months? Fine, he was their son… but so? That changes nothing. He still isn’t a part of the family and he shouldn’t be let in, he doesn’t even want to be a part of it.

Strangers became neighbors, and neighbors became friends, bound by the shared threads of empathy, understanding, and a collective yearning for connection. As they continued their journey, Nathan and Miranda encountered a young woman named Maya, whose passion for human connection mirrored their own. Maya had founded a community center that served as a hub for individuals seeking connection and belonging. It was a place where people could come together, engage in meaningful conversations, and explore shared interests.

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

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?

We were strangers bound by the worst kind of mistake, and now we had to figure out how to survive it. "When do they want us to meet?" I asked finally, the practical question anchoring me. "Dinner. Tomorrow night. My dad's been talking about it all week—how excited he is for us to become a family." The irony was almost too much. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. "Okay." I swallowed hard. "Tomorrow night. We meet for the first time. We act like strangers." "Strangers," he echoed. "Yeah. We can do that."

Whether I lived a day more or a day less, what difference did it make? I pushed open the apartment door. As expected, no one was home. This apartment belonged to Camelia. She asked me to move in since we were about to get engaged. Usually, she would have dinner ready by this hour. However, ever since Grayson returned, I had not seen her home before 10:00 pm. I glanced at my phone and realized it was my mother’s death anniversary tomorrow. … Camelia finally came back around 10:30 pm. She walked in, exhausted, and hugged me. The scent of wood lingered on her. That was not her perfume. It was another man’s cologne.