Love Is A Stranger Book Novels & Stories

“Are you okay?” I nodded, though my mind was racing. The stranger was gone, taken by the one person who seemed to hold all the answers I desperately needed. And the rogue leader’s cryptic warning echoed in my head: Running out of time. As the last shadow creature dissolved, I noticed something on the ground where the stranger had been standing—a small, battered journal. I picked it up, my hands trembling as I flipped it open. The pages were filled with cryptic symbols and a single phrase scrawled repeatedly: The price of love is always blood.

Look, the girl nodded her head slowly. "Do you mind?" she asked. "No! I am ready to do the conditions you said so that I can get you! But, there's something I don't understand. Why should I do that?" Eros asked confused. "What?" screamed Jane frantically. "If you like me, shouldn't you just accept me? Why put me on such strange terms?" replied Eros. Jane took a deep breath, then looked straight at Eros. "I need proof that you love me. Eros, we both know that you liked Luna before. Then suddenly you confess your love to me, isn't that very strange? Isn't it natural for me to doubt your feelings for me?" Jane explained.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

I made love to the incredibly hot as fuck as a stranger. And then he was not the stranger anymore; he was Tyler. Tyler, the man I fell in love with. Tyler, the man I shared a bed with. Tyler, my lover. Tyler, my partner. Tyler, my fiance. Tyler Moore, the hot as fuck stranger, the man that I love, the only man that I will ever love. And it is over The moments are memories, and they are memories I will never forget. Tyler will never be forgotten, and he will always be felt, felt deep in my heart, a heart that will only ever belong to him.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

I just wiped my wet cheeks and stood up straight to face him walking into the door and said, "I believe that once I remember you, I will still love you, so fine! Help me, I want to remember you!" He stopped right in front of the door. He didn't look at me, but his actions indicate that I got his attention. I expected that after he stopped, he would go straight inside but he backed off and walked back to me_still looking at me the same way, as if he didn't feel any love for me. "I'll help you to remember, but before that, tell me what happened here earlier? Why is Esther in such a situation?"

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

“I asked you to find out more about the bookstore girl, you fell in love instead. What did you expect me to do, huh? Wait?!” Bookstore girl. Marinette? No. This can't be Leo. I don't want to believe this. The stranger shakes his head, drawing his palm over his face. “I really didn't think you'd…. Jesus…the guy's barely breathing! Liam, you're going to kill him!” “And that's exactly what I want!” Eager to know who the stranger is, I ask, taking more deep breaths. “Are you Leo?”

I said. “Where? Should I drive you?” he asked. I snapped my head at him. “Why? You're bored and looking for a plaything to pass the time with?” I asked harshly. His brows creased. “What?” “Listen, Aaron, you don't like me, I get it, stop confusing me. One minute you're nice, the next minute you're shouting at me. Sometimes you make me feel like we are buddies and other times, you remind me that we are nothing but strangers to each other”

Then one day, he came over to her apartment and handed her an envelope. “What’s this?” she asked. “A gift, of course,” he said. “Angelo, I told you that you didn’t have to keep…” “Just open it,” he said, nodding towards the envelope. She turned the envelope over. Across the front it said: 'In honor of Laura and Jasper Parker…with love…xo' She smiled. “Interesting,” she said, then proceeded to open it. She gasped as she read the letter inside; her hand flew to her mouth. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe this.”