Book Review Of The Stranger Novels & Stories

I pushed my chair back, heartbeat loud in my ears. “Human? Seriously? That’s your first question after attacking my mouth?” He stepped closer. One slow, confident step. His golden eyes glowed like fire catching light. I stepped back. River kicked my ankle under the table, painfully. Do not challenge him, his eyes screamed. Please do not challenge him. I like being alive. The stranger ignored River completely. His attention stayed glued to me. “You’re interesting,” he said quietly. “But no human smells like that. No human reacts like that when I touch them. So what are you?”

I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating from the stress or lack of sleep. I stepped out hesitantly, each footfall slow and uncertain. My foot could feel the coldness of the polished floor. The office lights were dim—just the soft glow from emergency strips and a few desk lamps left on by habit. The usual hum of activity had long since gone to sleep. It wasn’t just quiet. It was after-hours quiet. And there he was. A stranger. In my office, near my desk. I tried not to panic. Sure, he was handsome—okay, more than handsome. The kind of handsome that made my brain short-circuit for half a second. His jaw was sharp, his frame all lean muscle and calm power, like someone born to walk into a room

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

Not even Damian. The idea brought back a terrible, physical discomfort in my chest. The stranger did not miss it. "You still love him." I stiffened, my defenses slamming back up. "That's not any of your concern." "No, it isn't," his golden eyes narrowed somewhat, "but it is your weakness." My sadness was burst with rage. "I just got turned down!" "And still you're mourning a boy who opted to insult you," he said, his voice flat. The words cut deep because they were absolutely true and I despised him for it. I despised the way a total stranger could see right through me in minutes after meeting me.

“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.”

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

Ava’s POV I didn’t know that sex could feel so good. A tiny part of me worries that it’s just because this man is a stranger. That I’m enjoying the thrill of risk. But I know it’s more than that. His hand is on my hip as he pushes slowly within. My body is tight, walls clenching around him as I gasp. He feels hot, hard and enormous. I gasp, adjusting to the size of the man, feeling myself stretch in accommodation. There’s no discomfort, only a delicious sense of fulfillment, a strange completeness. He pauses, head bowed against my collar, his breath against my skin. Is it possible to love a stranger? He’s waiting for me, I know it, I can sense it. I can feel his care and consideration as the

the stranger calmly responds. Davis, aware he is outmatched but unwilling to yield in the argument, raises his voice, "Perhaps you and I should step outside so this child can teach you how the novel-rich, or whatever it is you said, does it." Still rubbing her wrists, Sophia is impressed and intrigued by the stranger. Even though he appears very calm and casual in his appearance and tone, an undeniably intimidating presence oozes from him. The stranger takes a final step closer to Davis, closing all the open space between the two men. "I will ask you one more time, nicely, to leave. Then I will forcibly remove you." His voice carries a steely edge, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…