Five Total Strangers Novels & Stories

The hunger came back one last time. .. The goodbye fuck was desperate and ugly and perfect in the best and worst way. They didn’t even move me off the bed. Harrington lifted my legs over his shoulders and slammed back into my sloppy, cum-filled soaked pussy. Another took my ass at the same time. The other three took turns down my throat, on my tits, slapping my ass while they called me their good little mommy whore. Sweat poured off all of us. Cum dripped everywhere. I came again and again, shaking and sobbing, knowing my daughter was waiting at home while her mother was getting destroyed by five rich strangers.

The other two are strangers, unfamiliar weights and a human scent that doesn’t belong to our crowd. The two strangers worry me slightly more on reflection. They hadn’t been here when the night started, I’m fairly sure of that. And the state of everyone suggests things had escalated well beyond what any of us had planned. I have a vague, blurry memory of the music getting louder and the lights getting lower, of someone laughing too hard and someone else crying a little, the way people do when inhibitions just… dissolve. Not all at once. Like a slow tide going out. I’ve seen this before. Not often, but enough to recognise my own handiwork.

The three strangers walked out without saying a word. Eli remained where he was. His jaw tightened. “They found me.” He started after them. At the same time, Mike, Lila and I stepped into the hallway. The crowd pushed everyone in different directions. I lost sight of Mike for only a second. That was all it took. Someone bumped into my shoulder. “Sorry,” the stranger said calmly. I turned. It was the tallest of the three new students. He leaned closer, speaking so quietly that no one else could hear. “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts.”

Ruby shot back. Enough. His tone turned cold. Get something else for your grandmother. Do you think she's more important than Matilda Knight? I'm done arguing about this. As Matilda heard her own name, she went stiff. Matilda whispered, why are these uncouth strangers talking about me? Stunned, she reached for Ruby's hand in fear

He turns the tablet toward us. The first video begins playing. The stranger stands across the street, watching us. The timestamp matches exactly. The officer switches to another camera from a different angle. The stranger walks behind a delivery truck, then, nothing. He never comes out the other side. I frown. “Replay it.” The officer does again. The stranger appears clearly. Then disappears the instant the truck blocks the camera. The third camera shows the same moment, no stranger. The fourth, nothing. The fifth, nothing.

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

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.

"Mrs. Davidson, you left your child alone so you could go get cosmetic procedures done and then falsely accused the person who saved him. Do you have any conscience at all?" "Mr. Davidson, you paid to get a false testimony and tried to bury the truth. How do you justify this?" The live stream chat flipped instantly, flooding the screen with messages. "A vile woman and scum—they're made for each other!" "She left her own son locked in a car for cosmetic procedures and even attacked the person who rescued him. That's unforgivable!" "Let's boycott Steelmark Construction! A company run by people like this should be shut down!" Layla collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and screaming, "Sto

I clicked the shutter too forcefully. The sound made him glance my way. He looked directly at me—and smiled politely. A tight, impersonal smile. The kind you give to strangers. Of course he didn’t recognise me. Not with this face—a stranger’s face, reshaped by surgeons after the accident had stolen everything. “You, okay?” someone asked. " Yeah,” I lied. “Just light-headed.”, I blinked. Tom, my colleague, handed me a glass of water. “Here. You look pale. Take this , it will help .” Tom spoke while he handed a glass of water