Loving A Stranger Novels & Stories

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

“Every part of me. And I don’t regret it. But I’m still a woman, Kelvin. I still need love. Touch. Someone to hold me at night.” “They don’t see that,” he said in a tender tone. “No,” she replied. “They only see you. A stranger. A threat.” A message came from Jack. ~ 'Mom, I'm sorry. Where are you? Please come back home. Pamela has been crying and I missed you too.' Her heart split open. Jack was in pain. Pamela was crying. Loving Kelvin now seemed to cost her the love of her children. And choosing her children’s peace meant returning to the same old emptiness she had escaped.

He caressed the red marks he had made on her cheeks. “Look. I just… I just wanted to make love to you,” The Stranger said. The words sounded so kind in her ears. As she opened her eyes to stare into his, her heart was struck by a jolt of shock as she realized that she was truly falling for the very man she used to fear. Josephine turned around, pressed her hands against the wall and stuck out her ass, as the man placed his cock between his ass cheeks. “All I want is to make love, cute girl.” The Stranger whispered.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

A stranger, someone I had just met and barely knew, was holding me tightly, weeping as if she felt my pain more intensely than I did myself. As she wrapped her arms around me, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me. Yet, at the same time, I was touched by her compassion and empathy. It was as if she saw beyond my exterior and understood the depth of my emotions, offering comfort without needing words. Her tears fell onto my shoulder, and I could feel her body shaking with sobs. It was a poignant reminder that human connection can transcend words and familiarity. In that moment, she wasn't a stranger; she was a kindred spirit who felt my pain and was moved to offer solace.

“Dylan is always like that, and I hate it that Beatrice seems to told them—” She looked up, “about my recent job? Well, your brother was right. I’m a stripper and a stripper like me will never be fated to be in love—to experience love. We’re just—” Andrius cupped her face and let her look at him. “Look, why do you need to bother with what they say? Why don’t you just show them and prove to them that it is wrong to judge you.”

asked Luna confused when she saw her two best friends acting strangely. As Luna looked towards the door, she froze in a cold sweat. Luna immediately fell on the sofa seeing Sam's presence. "I still can't understand why you can trust a photo that you got from a stranger so easily," Sam muttered with tears in his eyes. Luna didn't answer, she was too confused about how to react. Anger, pain, and disappointment returned to creep into her heart. "You didn't even bother asking me if the photo was real or not. If you loved me, instead of running away, you should have come to see me make sure!" Sam said again softly.

Together, we were unstoppable, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the knowledge that our love could overcome any obstacle that crossed our path. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Ethan and I reveled in the peace and contentment that had settled over our lives. We had overcome the trials and tribulations that had tested our love, emerging stronger and more united than ever. Our bond was unbreakable, or so I believed. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the sky, a stranger appeared at our doorstep. Tall and imposing, his piercing eyes held a glimmer of familiarity that sent a shiver down my spine.

the stranger said. Looking closely at him, I noticed how handsome he was. His eyes were a honey-like gold color, and he had a bit of freckle all over his face. For some reason, I felt an attraction to him. “Love what you see, love,” the stranger said. By now, my hands were in his chest; noticing he was shirtless, I pulled back. “Stop touching,” I said, frowning. “Love, it was you… who touched, what shouldn’t be touched.” the stranger said.