Can We Be Strangers Again Novelas e Histórias

"Why would I go with you? It's your fault." "It's your fault. You don't want to leave my mind. Aren't you tired yet? You've been running around in my head for months, Lily." "And you still really know me, right? Well sir, I still want to talk to you. But I am a very obedient child to my parents. They said, don't talk to strangers. So, bye I hope you won' Don't bug us here anymore. Thank you, good bye and have a nice day." * * *

“I don't need to know who you are. Let's just call ourselves…strangers." It sounded like a good idea. No name. No identity. Just strangers. I nodded. “One week.” He slid his hands into his pockets. “A week away from whatever’s breaking you.” I stared at him, searching for an ulterior motive, but all I found was a kind and mysteriously attractive stranger. And right now, I wanted to forget. “Okay,” I whispered. “Good choice. I'll get my private jet ready, once we land, we're going to Italy.”

He shook his head, a small, rueful smile playing on his lips. “Not tonight,” he said softly. “But soon. I promise.” I tried to let it go, focusing instead on the moments we shared. We continued to spend time together, walking through the park, grabbing late-night coffee, or simply sitting and talking for hours. The more I got to know him, the harder it became to imagine my life without him. Yet, that nagging feeling of uncertainty remained. One afternoon, while scrolling through social media, I stumbled upon a post that caught my eye. It was a business article about young entrepreneurs, and there, among the faces of successful CEOs, was Evan’s.

"No! No we do not. We are fucking strangers Jace." "If you'd just speak to me then we wouldn't be." he fires back, his voice finally rising. “You keep pushing me away because it’s easier than—” “I’m years past talking to you!” I yell. “Years too late! You don’t get to walk in and act like you can fix everything with a few words. And don’t even think of bringing up anything from our past. Not one thing. We. Are. Strangers.” His nostrils flare, anger finally pushing through his composure.

“I have to go now. Bye, Daddy Stranger!” Ethan blinked. “Daddy… what?” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Something about the innocence of the child struck him to the core. Amara, from the garden, saw the exchange and held her breath. She had no idea he had spotted Crystal, had no idea how close he already was. Fate had stepped into her quiet life with precision, and she wasn’t ready for the storm that followed. The sun climbed higher, and the celebration grew louder. Drums beat in rhythm with Ethan’s pulse. Somewhere between the cheering, the laughter, and the clamor, the invisible thread that had tied him to Amara a decade ago began to hum.

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

Didn't you come all this way just to see Natalia? You're just waiting here, like a stranger. Sebastian stared into the distance, took another deep pull from his cigarette and gave a slow nod, because that's what Natalia wanted me to be. A stranger. She made me promise her we would never see each other again, alive or dead. And I have to keep my word. Those loaded words hung in the air, echoing an unspeakable ache. Caleb fell silent. He felt the crushing weight of that promise. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"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 familiar intimacy sent a jolt through me. But I immediately threw up my mental shields, cutting him off. “Yes,” I answered aloud, my voice cold. “We are strangers.” Darius looked at my hard profile, his voice full of pain. “Is there nothing I can do to fix this?” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “To earn… a second chance?”

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.