Love Is A Stranger Book Novels & Stories

I never knew I could hate anyone this way. Each time I looked at Veronica and the pain she was undergoing, I felt like killing Tony. Veronica had refused to go back to her hostel to avoid attending her lectures. The news about her being the popular stripper had spread like wildfire throughout her school. I knew how she felt and this made me hate Tony even more for causing such pain to her. Just because he wanted to hurt me, he had hurt someone else. It had been a week since the incident happened but Veronica was yet to recover.

"Is that so?! But I feel strange!" "Sometimes people do feel strange when they first experience falling in love, especially if it comes unexpectedly, but eventually, you'll get used to it." Jaxter heard this and immediately furrowed his brow deeply, his face showing disbelief. He didn't know if he didn't believe the man's words or if he was denying something within himself. "What did you say? I'm in love?! Don't be ridiculous!" Jaxter retorted, feeling the man was speaking nonsense. How could someone like him feel love? His satisfaction was different.

He turned his back on me, looking toward our house the house that used to be a home but was now just a building where two strangers lived. "Now, whenever I look at you," he continued, "I don't see the woman I madly fell in love with. I don't see the woman I wanted to grow old with. I just see a woman who lies. I see a woman who looks at the people she loves and decides they aren't enough. I see a stranger." "Liam, don't say that," I pleaded. My vision was blurred by the salt in my eyes. "I love you. I've always loved you."

He kept his eyes on the road, his tone distant. Sophia could see the discomfort flicker across his face. A pang of guilt gripped her as she realized she had probably put this innocent stranger into a tight corner with her burden. But his words rang in her ears once again and she began to wonder why Liam had agreed to this unplanned marriage. Was it just pity or something more? Who would agree to such bizarre conditions all in the name of ‘helping’ someone? Especially someone who was a total stranger. She didn't know if he was her savior or the beginning of another nightmare. Also, she couldn't tell which version of him was real—the stern stranger, the reluctant groom, or the man who almost s

I only want to clear my mind off things, then leave and since I have an escort with me, I'm okay. I walked in together with the guard and shrieked a bit as I was welcomed with the loud boom of song. Gosh, I hate clubs. The first one I had ever gone to resulted me into getting a baby from a stranger. How funny!. And, I'm currently stuck with trying to leave with the jerk. He's so annoying and not close to who a sane girl would want as her boyfriend or baby's daddy.

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

Something warm and terrifying and new. I'm starting to feel something for this man I barely know. This stranger who doesn't ask for anything, who doesn't make me feel small, who looks at me like I'm whole instead of broken. And that terrifies me more than Bryan’s betrayal ever did. Because caring again means risking everything all over again. And I don't know if I'm strong enough to survive another ending.

“I appreciate every beautiful thing I see, humans and things alike, but...but right now, you have approximately three minutes to explain who that hottie was. And why he look like he yearns.” Yearns? Leave it to Chloe to project her book men into reality. I blinked. “What? No one use that word anymore.” “The man who just dropped you off. The one all in your business, heh! You were blushing at like a teenager.” She raised an eyebrow. “Start talking.” I glanced toward Lily's room, then back at Chloe's expectant face. There was no getting out of this. “He's the stranger,” I whispered. Her hand went still where it had been reaching for her phone. “The stranger? What stranger? Everyone is a strang

I gasped as he staggered back, groaning. “Keep your hands off what’s mine, or I’ll cut them off,” the stranger snarled, his tone harsh and authoritative. My pulse quickened, heat pooling in my core. Summoning courage, I stepped between them. “Leave him be! He hasn’t done anything!” I said firmly. He turned to me, his gaze softening. “Sorry, I scared you, darling.” He reached out, but I pushed him away. His electric touch left my skin buzzing for more, but the ordeal sent a surge of dread spiralling through me, its grip a cold embrace.

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.