Love Is A Stranger Book Novels & Stories

LILIAN POV His bottom lip shook as he shook his head from side to side to express his refusal. I realize I need Grandma's love once more in my life. "I know how you feel, baby," I whispered while drawing him closer. "I know. People often follow paths which remain outside our understanding. Even as we commit ourselves to self-care we never stop loving them. Understand that I am present with you now and I am committed to staying here with you. We’ll get through this together."

I feel like a part of me died since the day I stopped talking to Mr Stranger. I really love him, I really love Mr Stranger a lot, I love him from my heart. But love doesn't only mean getting that person and spending your whole life with him. Love means finding your happiness in the person whom you love. It doesn't matter if his happiness is with you or not. You're happy because that person is happy. I think that's true love.

LYDIA POV “We are not strangers,” the girl said immediately. I blinked. She had walked into my hospital room with her brother, both of them staring at me like I had just personally offended them. I looked between the two of them. “Okay.” she continued, pointing at herself with the confidence of someone presenting evidence in court. “According to Oxford’s dictionary definition, a stranger is a person you do not know. And technically, we are no strangers to you, you know? We’ve been around you for at least twelve hours, and you know our names, right?”

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

I lift her chin so she has no choice but to look at me. “But listen to me,” I say quietly, my voice low, steady. “I’m sure of one thing. One thing I don’t need any memory to prove.” Her eyes widen, glistening with forming tears. “How I love you now…” My voice breaks, just barely, but she hears it. “…is stronger than before. Somehow, even when you were a stranger, my heart was already yours. It never picked anyone else. Not once.” Her breath hitches. And then the tears spill.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

I loved that feeling. Love.. It's a strange word. I don't believe in it. I don't even know what I'm doing here with a stranger . With hopes of what ? What am I going to achieve here ? Is this really going to work out ? Am I really betting my life on someone I just met ? I guess I am . He made me want to believe. But I don't.

I lifted my gaze from my phone at the same moment Hawk immediately rose to his feet, instinctively positioning himself between me and the stranger. The man froze. I looked up at Hawk and gave him a small shake of my head, silently telling him everything was fine. Reluctantly, he sat back down, though his eyes never left the stranger. “How may I help you?” I asked politely. The man offered an awkward smile. “Can you recommend a coffee?” I raised a brow. “I’m more of a tea person,” he continued with an embarrassed chuckle, “but I decided to try coffee today and… honestly, I have no idea what to order.”

She leans in to whisper in my ear: - I'll come for you - his breath brushes my neck and ear, which sends shivers - Remember that you belong to me. As I go to protest his silly possessive phrase, he deposits a warm, soft kiss on my half-open lips. He presses his against mine, for a few seconds that felt like minutes. An electric current runs through my back, I liked that sensation. It was something tender, something different, but still possessive. Slowly he separates from me completely and I don't know why I start to feel a great emptiness and a coldness in my body. 《What a stranger》

Ava’s POV I didn’t know that sex could feel so good. A tiny part of me worries that it’s just because this man is a stranger. That I’m enjoying the thrill of risk. But I know it’s more than that. His hand is on my hip as he pushes slowly within. My body is tight, walls clenching around him as I gasp. He feels hot, hard and enormous. I gasp, adjusting to the size of the man, feeling myself stretch in accommodation. There’s no discomfort, only a delicious sense of fulfillment, a strange completeness. He pauses, head bowed against my collar, his breath against my skin. Is it possible to love a stranger? He’s waiting for me, I know it, I can sense it. I can feel his care and consideration as the