Hello Strangers

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.

Rosalie was the daughter of George King, one of the richest and most powerful men in early British North America. Hakeem was Rose's secret love and a worker in her home. The lovers were at opposite ends of hierarchy and according to society at the time, a relationship between them was forbidden. Torn between her father's vehement opposition to their relationship, Rosalie decides to elope with Hakeem and live in hiding far away from her Dad. But... They didn't hide well enough. Their tragic end was given light by the promise they made each other. In Modern day Canada they're reincarnated as Mateo and Scarlett and they cross paths. Strangers with memories of a life they never lived. Will history repeat itself?

At the banquet, the most wanted bachelor of Rivenport announced that my stepsister was the woman he truly wished to marry. Without hesitation, I stepped aside and married Simon Barker, who had been pursuing me for years. Our married life was filled with love and happiness. That joy lasted until I finally became pregnant, when I discovered he had been slipping contraceptives into the milk he gave me every night. I also found a custom diamond necklace he kept in his safe that was labelled "For proposal", but the engraving bore my stepsister's initials. It became clear that I had only ever been an obstacle he needed to remove for the woman he truly loved. All those years, he had pretended to love me, but he was just using me as a stepping stone for my stepsister's bright future. No matter how blind I had been before, now I was fully awake to the truth. With a consent form for abortion and a divorce agreement in hand, Simon and I became strangers forever.

Fire and plague. Certainly no strangers to London Town.But when legions of living dead rise from the Thames’ fetid waters to feast upon the living, the city teeters on the brink of antihalation. And while floaters seek blood, another army takes advantage of the chaos. Boiling out of their rookeries of crime, marauders swarm through London’s affluent neighborhoods looting and burning.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Can you still give one last chance to your ex or stay as strangers with memories? Savannah Andrada enjoys her job in St. Martha International after spending most of her eight years in college life to a medical school. Hee suitors became aggressively elegant to please her, wishing they could get her approval of courtship. Still, they went home heartbroken and felt humiliated. If there's a man who can meet her expectations, that might be so good to be true and fictional just like the novels she read. Nevertheless Primotivo Sudalgo won her. It was love at first sight for Savannah. She always deny and it became a love-hate cycle of chase. Their relationship became talk of town and envied. But how did a perfect one ended too soon with heartbreaking goodbye? How did something so right became tragically wrong? Let's watch Primo win her back again.

There's an eighteen-year-old young man who was the only left descendant of an extinct clan long ago. Cautious, distanced, and not quick to trust, that's Makari 'Mak' Cohen. As the only one left in his clan, his life since his birth has been in danger because of the creatures he loathes the most; the creatures that caused the extinction of their clan- the werewolves. In his time, will the hatred remain in his heart or will he learn to open himself up and accept that not all werewolves are evil like Heroux Wolfert, the current Alpha of the Scarlet Moon Pack who unfortunately is also currently the smallest and weakest pack and looking for a solution to rebuild his Pack? When the two strangers meet, will they find the answer to their questions in each other? Will Makari find with Heroux the "safe" place he has been looking for for a long time or will he also suffer the same fate as his clan at the very hands of Heroux who is looking for strength and power? In the light of the blue moon began, in the light of the blue moon will end. Let the magic of the moon prevail. Moon Drip.

The year I loved Channing Waltz the most, he shattered my hopes. I remember, as I was hauled into the restroom, beaten mercilessly by strangers, there he stood, grinning like the sun itself. His face beamed with a brightness that made my heart sink. The burns from his childhood friend's curling iron marred my skin, leaving a trail of scars, and all the while, he took out his phone, snapping pictures of me in my undressed humiliation and posting them online for the world to mock. I cried, begged him to spare me, but he only laughed coldly, his voice as sharp as a blade. "You haven't even begun to suffer what my sister went through. What's the hurry?" That was when the truth hit me like a lightning strike. He had come to me, drawn me in with warmth, with affection, pretending to care—when all along, it was merely a means to an end. He had used me to set the stage to avenge his sister.

I noticed Stacy besides him and peering at her hand clutching his arm, it was plausible that she is his girlfriend. Leo already moved on? How could he and that quickly? We just got divorced three days ago and he's already dating someone? "Hi Margaret." He smiled at me. I was so startled I couldn't speak my lips faltered and my eye lashes shook. "Hello?" Stacy spanned her hand towards me. I peeked at her lips which were coated with crimson lipstick, her owl-like eyes, her flawless cheeks and her remarkable nose. She wore a dashing ruddy gown which disclosed her curvaceous hips. She shook my hand, "I am Stacy Leo's fiancée." She smiled with her mouth slightly opened I could plainly see her dazzling angel-white incisors. She's not just a girlfriend. Leo's engaged to her? Unbelievable! Little wonder why he always kept late nights while we were together. And the rumors about him having an affair, they were really true.

Who would have thought that one disastrous night could bind two strangers in a contract neither saw coming? Everlyn Ateya Wangari thought she had it all—a stable job, a loving boyfriend, and a future she had fought hard for. But that illusion shattered the moment she walked in on the man she had sacrificed everything for, tangled in the arms of another woman—her biggest rival at work. Betrayed and heartbroken, she storms out, only to stumble upon a high-stakes deal that has nothing to do with business and everything to do with revenge. Kurtis Otias, Nairobi’s most elusive billionaire bachelor and the newly appointed CEO of her company, is a man who never begs—except now. With a billion-dollar merger hanging by a thread, he needs a wife, and he needs one fast. A chance encounter. A reckless offer. A contract signed in desperation. One seeks power. The other seeks payback. But neither of them anticipated the one thing they couldn’t control—**love and obsession.** When emotions start to blur the lines of their cold arrangement, will they walk away unscathed, or will they destroy each other in a game where the rules were never meant to be fair?

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .