Novel & Cerita Kevin Gates Stranger Than Fiction

I joked. Stephan exhaled. “He looks nicer than me. More innocent.” “Nah, you got the same eyes.” I said seriously. “But take it with a grain of salt, I am just a stranger after all.” “Yeah, and you've figured me out much faster than anyone else.” He chucked again. “Even Whitney?” Stephan didn't answer, but turned to me. We stared at each other, both trying to figure out what this energy between us was. Or maybe it was just me–after all he had traveled all this way just to break up Whitney’s wedding.

"Ano pa ba ang magagawa natin? eh sa huli na tayo. Halika ka na nga. Sa taas na lang tayo para makita natin." Hindi na lang ako sumagot at naka-ngusong sumunod sa kaniya. Habang nag-lalakad kami paakyat. Napatigil ako sa pag-lalakad ng marinig ko ang boses ng kunsino man. Pero familiar ang boses niya parang narinig ko na siya. "I want to tell you that I love you," that songs' feels so familiar. I immediately grab my phone inside of my pocket and searched 'stranger' the song title. And I was right. I didn't know noticed. It's their song.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

"I see you're up and about. Shall I prepare breakfast?” I nodded, still trying to process the sudden appearance of this stranger. As she turned to leave, I called out to her. "Wait," I said. "Where's Kevin?" The maid's expression changed, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something like concern in her eyes. "I'm afraid Mr. Kevin is...indisposed, ma'am," she interrupted. "But don't worry, he'll be back from work soon." With her intriguing comments still hanging in the air, the mystery woman withdrew from the room, leaving me perplexed and inquisitive.

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

I murmured excitedly, and I was about to begin when there was a loud knock on the door, which compelled me to stop eating. "Such a bother," I said, and with a heavy heart, I was forced to abandon my food to check who was at the door. Interestingly, as I opened the door, I discovered a foreigner, possibly in his teen years. "Can I help you?" I asked, perplexed, seeing the young man's good looks. "Yes, I'd like to know if this is Anita Santillan's house." He inquired, smiling and speaking in a thick British accent, and he's really cute!

The rest of the night was a blur. Her leading me up to my room. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. Me stumbling to my bed, my breath racing, heart pumping. Needy and desperate for someone's touch. For a release. Finding a man in my bed. Kissing him. Having sex with him. Oh God. I swallowed as the memory came slamming back to me and I sat up quickly, finding my clothes and putting them back on. I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation.

I called security and had her thrown out. Then I deleted all her fingerprints, changed every password, and erased every trace of Cynthia from this house. I had thought that, with all the evidence of her infidelity, the divorce proceedings would go smoothly. But before the court date, I received an urgent message from my assistant. [Mr. King, something's wrong. A large number of negative stories about you have suddenly surfaced online. [They claim you had an affair during your marriage, kept a female secretary as a mistress, fathered an illegitimate child, and even forced your wife out.

He kept his gaze straight and said, “Open the gates. I want to go inside.” The voice sounded husky and familiar. It was Mr. Kevin’s voice. The security guard was suspicious. “May I know who you are?” “I’m Kevin’s twin sister.” The guard was speechless. “I’m here to look for Mr. Queen. Open the gates now.” The guard said, “Oh, okay.” He returned to his booth to open the gates for Kevin. He muttered softly, “Does Mr. Kevin have a twin sister? I’ve never heard of it. His twin sister sounds exactly like him.”

I felt uncomfortable while he did that. “You have a company. Shoot! You have a visitor, Kevin!! Why the heck didn’t you shut me up?!” the complete stranger whined, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. Okay, he’s quite good looking…like really handsome. I fidgeted at my place, not knowing what to do and how to react while Kevin simply shrugged it off. “So who are you? Are you sure you’re not a stalker or something? Or a thief? Wait, don’t tell me you’re here to rob us!” the stranger went on and put his hand over his mouth dramatically.