Hello Stranger A Novel Novels & Stories

An orphan, who finds pleasure in singing, and had become one of the members of a famous music band in Texas, got betrayed by the people she trusted most, her bandmate, who had acted like her family, but she later realized that that was just an act out up by them, to bring her to her doom. Because of plain selfishness and jealousy, her band member drugged her and sold her out as a thing of pleasure for a one-night stand with a stranger, after seeing the good pay that came with it. Her kind, easy-going, and gentle nature was used against her. Her first was taken by a stranger, she knew nothing about. She promised to get her revenge, but she was brought to nothing but dust, after pictures of her in a one-night stand were revealed to the world, all hopes were lost. But surprisingly to her, the stranger who she had a one-night stand with, promised to help get her revenge but on certain conditions which were hard to choose from.

On the eve of her wedding, a drugged drink and a forced agreement traps Thea in a one night stand with a handsome stranger, shattering her perfect life. Waking to find her fiancé engaged to her manipulative step sister and her family disowning her, Thea is cast out, branded a liar. But when the stranger from the night before offers a shocking proposal—marriage in exchange for revenge… But she doesn't know, the stranger from the night before is out to get revenge on her ex fiancée who had framed him for a crime he didn't commit years ago. Ever since he got out of jail, he's been watching Thea and this might just be his chance to get even! “Marry me and I'll make everyone who humiliated you pay dearly with their lives.” Thea swallowed, this might be her chance to prove her innocence. “Yes. I'll marry you.”

Kimberly leans on her family and fall prey to their underhand, murderous scheme and counter scheme. Peaches And Bottles takes the reader by hand into all her survival, sex, wealth, beauty and love escapades. This novel is awesome, intriguing, and captivating.

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

"Ellis," I said, following his gaze. He was staring at the woman behind me. "Mate," he whispered. My knees weakened at his words, and I took a step back. "Ellis, baby," I managed to regain my composure and approached him to get his attention. "Mate," he repeated, ignoring me as he focused on Charlotte. I could barely breathe, so I stepped aside. Ellis moved closer to her and gently cupped Charlotte's crying face in his trembling hands. "Hello, mate," he said. No, no, no. I silently begged the moon goddess to wake me from this nightmare... *** Love Chasia is heartbroken when her boyfriend of ten years finds his mate in Charlotte and chooses her, forgetting the promise he made to stay by Chasia's side forever. Her best and only option is to leave and never see him again, but what happens when she discovers she's pregnant? Five years later, they meet unexpectedly—he is now her new boss. The passion, love, and lingering feelings they thought were buried come rushing back, especially now that she works at his company. Follow me on Instagram

They say one’s fate is woven like a string and one’s destiny is intertwined with many others. Sometimes the things we thought we never search for are the things that come knocking at our door. Others never find it, but there are others, who are led. Changing the future by meeting new people is nothing new to us. But what are the odds of changing the future by meeting new people that are related to the past? Let us all find out how this accidental meeting leads to an accidental love. ***** Meeting someone 30,000 feet above the sea is such a romantic way to fall in love, right? But in Nuala (Noo-lah) and Enoch’s case, it was far different from romantic. They met in the most unpleasant way high above the sky and they never left each other’s minds. Then Nuala met Flynn in the most interesting way, and they grew closer. Time went by, Flynn fell in love with Nuala. Everything seems to be in its right places, except one; Enoch who instantly fell in love with Nuala’s brave and carefree personality and free spirit attitude. As for Nuala, how will she react if she finds out that the two fell in love with her? How will she face them? Will she choose? Who and how? Let us all find out how these people change their fate by accidentally falling in love.

On her Husband's Birthday, Regina Campbell walked in on him with another woman. Worst of all, He felt no remorse and instead laughed at her for being dumb to think she deserved Love. After the divorce, Regina flee the city with the hope of starting over. However, Regina realized she was already pregnant for her now ex-husband. Right there --- Regina Campbell made a vow to herself. A vow to never let a man into her life , a vow to protect herself and her daughter. Four Years Later , her daughter was saved by a man who would stop at nothing to make her open her heart again. A presidential CEO being persistent to a single Mom? What could he possibly do to make her open her heart once more? How long until the feeling becomes undeniable?.

The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected. "Who, who, who are you?" She became a heavy stutterer in an instant. The man who stood at the door to the kitchen walked forward and the light illuminated his features. He was lean and tall, very tall. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and dark suit pants, the few exposed parts of his body were ashen, lifeless and cold, like a bleak winter day. "Marry me." These were the two words that came from the deathly pale lips of his emotionless face... ********** Moving away from her overprotective parents, Geneva thought that she could finally lead a stress-free life. This was ruined when a ghost demands intimacy with her, his soulmate, to recover his lost memories and body.

Silas Jordan drew lots, which resulted in me being chosen as his wife. He hated me for getting his childhood sweetheart killed. Hence, he tortured me to death. But after I died, deep remorse overwhelmed him. After I returned to the past, I first rigged the lottery to help him get together with his childhood lover. However, there were endless new comments on the screen. They were from readers of the novel I was trapped in. [Based on the plot, the male lead will pick the female lead. Then, the male lead’s childhood lover will kill herself. When the female lead gets tortured to death, the male lead starts regretting it. But why would this miserable novel change when the female lead rigged the lottery?] It was because I no longer wished to marry him again.