Into The Arms Of A Stranger Novels & Stories

In that moment, I lost myself in the taste of him, savoring every sensation as our bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. Before I knew it, I was lifted effortlessly into his arms, his strong embrace enveloping me as he carried me towards the exit. With each step, I felt the familiar world I knew slipping away, replaced by the exhilarating unknown that awaited me beyond the club's doors. Little did I know, this encounter with a stranger was about to irrevocably alter the course of my life.

“Well..I also disagree with the fourth clause, Miss. What do you mean about no strangers allowed to enter our room? How if… that stranger is one of my family or my girlfriend? Or my best friend? This clause…. How do I say it? Ridiculous...” Arissa sighed heavily. She thinks she has to pray now. Pray a lot so she would have an extra mile of patience. This young man is got her nerves for sure. He’s the first who could make her so disturbed till now. Slowly, Arissa smiled but behind her back, she already clenched her fist tightly. “I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “stranger

“Mommy… Daddy…” I called. Where are they? Why am I alone with a stranger? I thought they’d always be on my side, loving me and protecting me. But why the hell am I alone? “Please… Please… I’ll do everything you want,” I begged as I tasted the tears in my mouth. “Just let me go—” Before I could finish my sentence, that person held me by the arm, pulled me, and then pushed me somewhere. I grimaced as my back hit the wall.

“Move out the way.“ Liam whispered as the stranger stalked towards us, but I didn't. As his bony fingers grabbed my arm, beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. His grip was unbelievably strong, setting my whole body on fire. He tightened his grip, and I heard a slight crack. My bones. I fell on my knees. Liam tried to push the stranger, but he was tossed away like a ragged doll, his back slamming hard against a locker. The stranger's nails sank into my flesh, drawing out some of my blood. “You shouldn't have picked him up.”

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

"Banks..." "Somebody please help him!" I scream at the crowd again in Chinese, my voice echoing with pure panic. This time, spurred by my desperation, three local men rush forward. Together, they carefully but quickly leverage the bent frame of the door, clearing the jagged edges away from his trapped arm. The familiar, imposing shadow of the stranger appears right beside me again. I snap my head up, my eyes widening as I recognize him "You?!?"

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

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

A woman comes out of nowhere, breathless and frantic, and hooks her arm through mine like we’re long-lost lovers. “Please,” she whispers, “just pretend we came together. It’s an emergency.” I freeze. What the…? She’s a stranger. A sweaty, unhinged stranger with desperation dripping from every pore. And yet, something in her voice stops me from pulling away. “Who are you?” I mutter under my breath. She doesn’t answer. Just clings to me like her life depends on it. I let her. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s her eyes. Maybe it’s the way she’s clearly on the verge of something... a breakdown, a breakthrough, who knows. Maybe I just feel like watching the storm.