Fall In Love With Stranger Novels & Stories

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

what if there was something else to it. 'It isn't as if a guy can fall in love in a day? Love' She chuckled. 'Of course not' the voice in her head screamed again. Who would fall for a complete stranger in less than twenty four hours. Oh yeah that's right, her. She sighed as she stole glances at him.

I stagger to my feet, my chest hollowing out as if the air’s been ripped from me. “I know you're upset, but don't you think speaking like that is a little overboard?” Tyson laughs again, but there’s no warmth in it. “Why? Because it’s the truth? You can’t stand hearing it can you? You don’t love me, you never planned on loving me yet you lead me on. You just loved having someone around so you wouldn’t feel alone. And like an idiot, I let you. What does that make you huh?” His words crash over me, heavy and brutal. I stare at him, wide-eyed and my throat closing from pain. I’ve never seen this Tyson before. The man standing in front of me is a stranger. He looks venomous, cruel and nothing li

“Tell the stranger how much you love his cock.” “I love it,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your cock feels so good… please don’t stop!” He railed me with savage intensity, the door rattling behind me with every powerful thrust. His mouth crashed down on mine, swallowing my moans as he destroyed my pussy. “I’m close,” he groaned against my lips. “Gonna fill this tight cunt with a stranger’s cum. Want you getting off the train with my load dripping down your thighs.”

He tipped the glass again, but the stranger’s hand stopped him, firm on his wrist. “You have had enough.” Jace’s breath hitched. He met the man’s eyes, drunk and reckless. “Why?.... Why do you care?..... Do you like me or something?” The stranger did not answer. The silence broke Jace open. Something inside him snapped, desperate for touch, for proof he was not completely unlovable. He leaned in suddenly, lips crushing against the stranger’s. The kiss was hard, messy, tasting of whiskey and need. The stranger kissed him back without hesitation, his grip tightening at Jace’s waist.

“I love you.” The admission should have scared her to death but it didn’t. Instead she said . . . “And I love you.” And she did love him - more than any man she had ever known. She had fallen in love with a complete stranger in a matter of weeks. The whole situation would have been preposterous to Caitlin a few months ago if it had happened to another woman. Now, she knew it could happen because she had lived it. They came together in a kiss on the dance floor as the song played on.

I loved that feeling. Love.. It's a strange word. I don't believe in it. I don't even know what I'm doing here with a stranger . With hopes of what ? What am I going to achieve here ? Is this really going to work out ? Am I really betting my life on someone I just met ? I guess I am . He made me want to believe. But I don't.

Kianna Love is a strange, maddening thing. It is a silent trap that slips around your chest, tightening until it wraps around your soul. One moment, you feel like you can tear down the sky. The next, you are crawling through the wreckage of a heart that dared to dream too much. It always begins with a flicker. A quiet glance. An accidental touch that lingers a second too long. A laugh that feels entirely personal. But as I stood in our bedroom, looking at my reflection, a cold question clawed at my throat: Can I really fall in love again?

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious