Dollface Strangers Novels & Stories

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

“She’s watching, leet her see how you take my cock.” I stepped inside the room my legs shaking and shut the door behind me. The click made them both look at me, jake’s cock was rock hard, veins standing out. The stranger slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out, rolling his hips slow so Jake whimpered. “Who are you?” I asked the stranger and my voice came out steadier than I felt, my nipples were hard against my dress and my panties were soaked, the cotton clinging to my folds. “My name’s Connor,” he said and he reached around to stroke Jake’s cock slow, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. Jake bucked and moaned loud. “Your boyfriend here invited me over after work, he said he needed his ass f

“Then come for us.” “Us?” Shock pinged through her. Had she heard him correctly? As the word fell out of her mouth, the hot press of a huge naked chest enveloped her back. And Jack’s still knelt between her feet, her clit captive of the slow swipes of his tongue, two of his fingers pressed deep inside her. From behind her, a pair of broad hands reached, cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples in a tight grip just short of pain. The stranger dropped a tentative kiss just behind her ear, as if testing his welcome. “Hi, doll.”

Della replied cautiously, looking away, but her voice betrayed a hint of vulnerability. The stranger's lips curved into a knowing smile, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you sure about that?" he questioned, his tone laced with mystery. Della hesitated, unsure how to respond to this mysterious stranger who seemed to see through her defences. Before she could reply, the stranger reached out a hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. Della's breath caught in her throat as he gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, his touch surprisingly tender.

Even through the storm, I can tell. But Damon still doesn’t lower his guard. If anything, he becomes more alert. And that only means one thing— They are not from this pack. One of the strangers steps farther into view. Tall. Broad. A scar cuts across his jawline as rain pours down his face. His eyes land on Damon first. Then flick toward me. Recognition flashes there immediately. “Well,” the stranger drawls slowly, “this is interesting.” Damon’s arm tightens fractionally around my waist.

I could take a break for the whole weekend, and maybe this stranger could make it worth it if his charm matched his looks. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for,” he replied, smiling playfully. “I’m Fidel,” he introduced himself, extending his hand. I glanced at it, then took it, standing up from my towel. I knew he was a complete stranger and might be risky, but sometimes you have to live a little. If things went south, I could always handle it. Strangers often bring the best surprises. Still, I mentally noted to dig up information on him later. “My name’s Lila,” I replied.

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

He yanked her forward violently and slammed her against the wall. Pain exploded through her head. A warm liquid immediately began trickling down her forehead. Blood. Lena's vision blurred. The stranger looked around quickly before pulling down his zipper. "No!" Lena cried. He grabbed her arm. Then forced her down onto her knees. Lena struggled desperately. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. Tears mixed with the blood running down her face. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse— A powerful force slammed into the stranger. The man flew backward and crashed onto the ground.

As we both looked up, we could see a yellow-haired girl waving one of her arms as she approached us. Upon getting to us, the stranger approached Diana and gave her a big hug without saying anything. From here, I could see Diana’s face. It was a whole poem. At no time she expected the stranger would invade her privacy with a powerful display of affection. “Sofia, I can’t breathe,” Diana said. Sofia Replied, “Whoa, whoa, I’m sorry, darling.” “Who would have thought that we would meet here? Do you also plan to stay?” Diana then asked.

"Only Jack Weston has a caretaker. To any other persona you are an assistant, alright?" I gave a brief nod as I walked to the stranger at the door. I gave a small curtsey and extended my hand. "A pleasure, Sir,” I said, smiling. “I'm Anna Walton and I'll be your new assistant." He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm Arthur Weston, and the pleasure is truly mine. Thomas!" He said looking past me. "Where did you find such a lovely girl? She's perfect! I need to set up my equipment immediately."