Falling In Love With Stranger Novels & Stories

"You need to rest. I've put in an IV to get you back on track and also ordered some food for you." I open my eyes fully and stare up at the wonderful stranger staring right back down at me. His eyes are a bright, smiling green. Bright enough I almost feel hope. I can feel myself smile for the first time in what feels like forever. He smiles back. His features are so beautiful and delicate, I reach out and trace my thumb along his jawline, feeling his smooth stubble. I don't even realize I'm touching a stranger. He places his hand over mine and stares lovingly into my wondrous, empty eyes. I don't even know this mans name and I'm already falling in love with him.

"I swear even the stars don't shine like you. You make me scream at the top of my lungs at just the mere thought of you. I swear I don't know what is wrong with me but whenever you're around even if you aren't you're always in my mind and I get crazy and intoxicated just by the memories in my head of you." Edward gulped not at all following what happening at this moment. "Listen you've mistaken me for someone—" his lips were sealed shut by the stranger's hand on them. The stranger shook his head. "Don't talk. I love you without saying anything at all." He smiled again flashing his perfect white teeth on Edward. "I saw you dancing last night and I must say I swear I've never been more ent

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.

Emily said, as she gestured her hands. " Mr Stranger " Ivy said simply. " What? Someone you barely know? " she spoke ,almost yelling. " I know I sound crazy.....but Emily I think I'm in love with him, I can't seem to focus these days and if I'll have to get married it has to be with him, help me please " she said, as she gave her a pleading look. Emily looked up at the ceiling before looking back at her friend.

The stranger. He’s here

Then Adrian—gripping my hips, slamming into me one last time, roaring with his release. When they pulled out, I collapsed. My face pressed into the sheets, tears drying on my cheeks. Adrian leaned over me, kissed my shoulder. “You’re not broken yet,” he said softly. “But you will be.” The stranger disappeared without a word. Adrian stayed. And I lay there, used and shaking, wondering how far I’d fall before I stopped craving the descent.

I lift her chin so she has no choice but to look at me. “But listen to me,” I say quietly, my voice low, steady. “I’m sure of one thing. One thing I don’t need any memory to prove.” Her eyes widen, glistening with forming tears. “How I love you now…” My voice breaks, just barely, but she hears it. “…is stronger than before. Somehow, even when you were a stranger, my heart was already yours. It never picked anyone else. Not once.” Her breath hitches. And then the tears spill.

He was being too nice to me. "Thanks." I tasted the wine and it was blissful. He poured a little for himself and went to turn on some music. It was a slow and sensual one, no doubt making the atmosphere ready for sex. He was good at it. "How old are you?" The stranger asked, my face turned as red as a tomato and I swallowed. "Uhm old enough." I forced a smile, my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it loud in my ears. "Good." He dropped our glasses on the counter, closed the gap between us, and kissed me. In that beautiful moment, I forgot completely about my suicide mission.

Her eyes became teary, and she felt rejected. So I only had one option left. I took her cheeks as gently as I could with my hands. I approached slowly to her and kissed her tenderly on her lips. It wasn’t a kiss from a lover. It was just a kiss from a complete stranger who had fallen in love with someone completely unknown. Although it was an instant, it seemed eternal, and I really had not felt this way with anyone before. It was my first time in love. “Are you sure of this?” She said as she wiped away her tears.

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?