Loving A Stranger Novels & Stories

He teaches her how to dance,the slow rhythm. "Thomas,ain't we far from each other, so close yet so far. I feel like I know you too well but at other times you become a stranger that I'm curious about" she tells him with a down voice searching for a truth from his eyes,like it could speak to her. "Am I the only stranger here? We are two strangers that are lovers" he said. But she was guilty too,guilty of hiding things she shouldn't. How can she love a man like this?".

, he says and I feel his words. All we had when we grew up, was each other. No friends, no people our age, nothing. He might just love me because I saved him, I might just love him because he was always there. But will we love each other as strangers? Just like a stranger that visits my kingdom to ask my hand for marriage. My eyes search through his, as they look at me with anticipation. I pull my lips in an upward curl before speaking. “I would love to do that. Fall in love all over again.”.

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

, Myra spoke as she walked toward Mia. Mia smiled as she felt embarrassed. "Mia I hope what we spoke will be a secret between us.", Myra smiled. She didn't know why for the first time she opened up with a stranger who turned out to be a family. "I will keep it a secret.", Mia patted Myra's hand that was holding hers. Myra pulled Mia into a hug. "If I'm still his wife...then I guess we will have more chances to meet. I hope this strange friendship lasts longer.", Myra spoke as the door opened.

Oh no . Is it possible to be inlove with a stranger?

Sometimes I wake up sweating, my heart racing as though I have been touched for the first time. I tell myself it must be Liam. Maybe my subconscious already knows him. Or maybe it isn’t him at all. But that question doesn’t stop the heat from spreading through my chest when I think of those dreams. Oh, and one more thing: last night, in a haze of alcohol and rebellion, I kissed a stranger. My first kiss. Stolen from me? No. I gave it willingly, recklessly, maybe desperately. And I liked it. she yawned and rubbed her temples, the dull throb of a hangover pulsing through her skull. Her head ached, her eyes stung, and even the thought of standing made her groan.

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.

LATTON woke up, her head lying on a bare chest. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his light brown eyes, only to see a stranger beside her. “Who are you?” she asked in confusion and fright, then grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The guy beside her just stared at her and didn’t respond. Shortly she heard a voice from the other side of the room, “Seems like you enjoyed last night too much,” Lucian replied mockingly. She gasped, “What’s happening?” She inquired in bewilderment.

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.

I tried to speak, but my voice failed me. Why? Why would he do this? A stranger. Someone who didn’t know me. Someone who had no reason to care. Yet here he was… offering more than anyone ever had. Even the people who were supposed to love me. A tear slipped down my cheek. Then another. “I don’t understand…” I whispered. “You don’t need to.” “But I do,” I said, shaking my head as more tears followed. “Because people don’t just do this. Not for someone like me.”