Falling In Love With Stranger Novels & Stories

She felt a wave dizziness hit her so hard making her hold on his coat pulling him down more and opening her mouth for his entrance. The rhythm of their tongue and hardships of their breaths. She didn't need anyone to explain what was going on with her feelings. She was falling in love with a stranger in two weeks time. Her mind felt it, her body felt it. She yearned for more of him just as he yearned for her, he was getting her addicted bit by bit. He pulled away from her lips placing his forehead on hers with his eyes still closed. Her eyes opened to stare at him, his breathing was even like her. "Larissa" he whispered and she pulled him more placing her lips on his in another kiss.

I explained to him, resting my palm on my face in frustration. "Bro, that's just messed up. How can you fall in love with a stranger for no sensible reason? You sef reason am na," he said and if I said I understood myself right now, I'd be lying. (You should think about it yourself) "I'm not in love with her that, I'm sure of but I want her and it's not sexually. Just talking to her for a few minutes gives me a weird type of feeling that I just can't explain and at this point, I just go with the flow," I put my hands up in frustration and quickly stood up from where I was seated.

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.

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.

Jennifer's eyes lit up with wild joy when she saw me, and she reached desperately for my hand. "Cedric! You still care about me, don't you? I'm still in your heart..." I pulled my hand away. I looked at her with a calmness that felt like I was staring at a stranger. My voice was soft but firm. "Jennifer, you never loved me. "You were in love with a Cedric who worshiped you, who let you walk all over him, who'd never dream of leaving you. You were in love with the control, with your own laughable ego.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

Hollis said with a chuckle, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. “Well...” the stranger went silent, staring at me, his eyes filled with curiosity and suspicion. I forced a smile, hoping to maintain the facade of being Hollis’s fiancé for just a little longer. “Well, Miss Hailey, if you don’t mind me asking, how do two meet and fall in love?” he inquired, his gaze still fixed on me. I glanced at Hollis, silently pleading for help as I scrambled to come up with a believable story to satisfy the stranger’s curiosity.

I rushed toward the stranger and slapped him in anger. “Tell him! Tell my husband you brought me here, and I didn’t even know. Tell him you were paid to set me up!” I yelled, crying and hitting him in the chest. But I was stunned when he frowned at me, his words catching me by surprise. “Why are you saying this, my love? You’re hurting me. We had the best night of our lives last night because we love each other; don’t make it look like a joke,” the stranger said, and my mouth dropped open as I realized what he was trying to do.

"Alan, now that Amy's out of the picture, can you finally be with Eden? I remember how close you two used to be!" Eden, supported by Hank as they slowly made their way home, looked at me with hopeful eyes. I wanted to say yes, that I could finally be with her. But the words wouldn't come. Frustration tightened around me like a noose. I stepped outside, desperate for air, and that was when the sharp pain hit, tearing through my chest. The pain was unbearable. I collapsed to my knees as I fought to stay conscious. What was happening? Why was my body wracked with such blinding agony? Had the mate bond been broken?

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.