Can We Be Strangers Again Novelas e Histórias

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.

“Fears aren’t always rational. I know. Trust me, my mother tells me it’s ridiculous often enough. I still can’t shake it.” “It’s not ridiculous. I like that you’re cautious… a little.” She finally looked at him, and her eyes were full of sadness. “Everyone is a stranger. Some are just stranger than others.” He smiled and whispered, “I guess you’re right. Well, I don’t wanna be a stranger anymore. Would you like to go on another date with me? I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go.” Celina shook her head and wrapped her arms around her middle. “I can’t.”

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.

“Sometimes strangers understand us better than people we’ve known for years.” I frowned slightly. “You think so?” “Yeah,” he said, leaning back on his hands. “Strangers don’t come with expectations. They don’t remind us of who we’re supposed to be. They just… take us as we are, in that moment.” I let out a quiet breath. “Maybe that’s why I’m still sitting here.” He turned his head, his gaze brushing over me. “And maybe that’s why I joined you.” He grinned. About an hour later, the beach had emptied around us, leaving only the sound of waves and distant traffic.

“I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “strangers” Arissa replied with a cynical tone in her voice. “Nope… nope…” He shook his head and smile amusedly. “My families are strangers for you. My girlfriends. My best buddies are strangers to you because you don’t know them before and you have no idea who they are. The same thing goes with you. Your family, let’s say… how if your mother or father visit you someday and you’re not at home? Will I open the door for them?” “Of course not… isn’t 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.

LYDIA POV “We are not strangers,” the girl said immediately. I blinked. She had walked into my hospital room with her brother, both of them staring at me like I had just personally offended them. I looked between the two of them. “Okay.” she continued, pointing at herself with the confidence of someone presenting evidence in court. “According to Oxford’s dictionary definition, a stranger is a person you do not know. And technically, we are no strangers to you, you know? We’ve been around you for at least twelve hours, and you know our names, right?”

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.

“We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ” If she chooses whom she would like to be with, there is no doubt that Shean will quickly choose the stranger. She turned to the walking testosterone, and before she could understand what was happening, she just felt he hold one of her arms and pulled her out of the bar. She did not felt the need to struggle. The touch of his hand on her seemed to ignite her intense desire to be confined to the long and strong arms of a stranger. It is fine with her wherever he takes her, as long as he holds her. She will come with him.

He asked pleadingly. I tried to talk, but my tongue refused to cooperate, so I just nodded my head. "Thank you, Yesha; I promise to love you for the rest of my life," he added. "And I love you so much, Xavier Fajardo," I eventually whispered, closing my eyes as I watched his face advancing, and when I felt his lips, I felt like I'd just won the lottery because the man I loved, loves me back. From this day forward, a better future awaits Xavier and me, the stranger who stole my virginity.