Maybe Were Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

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.

It was a number with no name, no profile picture. I typed a quick message: The fish is on the hook. Prepare the net. Message sent. A few seconds later, a reply came back. One word: Roger. I scrubbed the chat history and went back to playing my part. Matteo and Bianca were still deep in discussion about the experiment. They never even noticed.

I just knew she was the key to everything. I found myself excited for the first time in awhile. To celebrate, I wanted to fuck a stranger, someone who didn’t look like Tiffany or Julia. I found a nice red head sitting alone at the bar and I introduced myself. “I’m Travis.” I gave her a wide smile. She looked me up and down before softly grinning, “Beth.” She didn’t smell quite human, but I couldn’t place the scent, however it didn’t matter, it was only for one night. She wasn’t thinking about what she was either so I couldn’t figure it out from reading her mind.

Brian is the only person who knows the truth. Maybe she is really this kind, acceptive woman, who looks beyond the superficial things. Or maybe she is really a good actor. I don’t trust my judgement these days. Not when the people I trusted the most tried to kill me, and others deserted me. I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep. I am woken up by a banging noise from the bathroom. I quickly get on my wheelchair and rush out to investigate when I hear my wife cursing. “What are you doing?”

Then Mom rushed to Laila's side, and Dad and Simon followed close behind. They all surrounded her, and it was the perfect picture of a loving family. Only I stood alone in the corner, like an outsider who didn't belong.

” what are they doing ” the perfect one asked with with a confused expression ” they’re having sex ” I replied her ” sex! ” I suddenly exclaimed covering the perfect one’s eye with my feather and we teleport outside. The place we teleport to was the compound of the house we just entered. ” that was close ” I said breathing heavily as I dropped the perfect one ” what was close and what were those people doing inside that place ” the perfect one asked with curiosity filled eye ” they almost breached my holy place and what they were doing inside there ” I smirked before continuing

For research. *** At 4:00 p.m., they were done reviewing the company documents. It was finally time to prepare their checklist for their ideal Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Freya began, “So, Kenneth. What’s your ideal girl, the one you want to be your one and only?” Her smile widened, but as Kenneth described his ideal girl, she thought, ‘That sounds familiar.’

"Carrow's just part of the game. He's acting for somebody larger than life." Lena felt sick in the pit of her stomach. "Who?" Mercer whispered. "Somebody who doesn't exist." Damien frowned. "That is not telling." Mercer's eyes fixed on him. "No, that is warning." Lena clenched her fist around her gun. She had spent a lifetime filtering lies out of truth, but this one was different. This was no crime family. This was something worse. They required a new strategy. The warehouse by the docks was their best safe haven at the moment, but even that would not last.

I watch the other groups no one's raising their hands. There. I remember now. It's our favourite song. “Every night I lie in bed, the brightest colours fill my head. A million dreams are keeping me awake”. I sing out loud without even knowing. I look at Annalia and see as her face beams with happiness. She looks at me and then joins me. The song brings back a lot of memories. I remember when she bawled her eyes out after watching THE GREATEST SHOWMAN. “For the world, we're gonna make”. She ends with a final note. I hear applause from Mariquita and then the rest of the people there. “A million dreams by Hugh Jackman”. I say after it stops.

I wished I could look back at the way this began with fondness; maybe it would make the circumstances bearable, but waking in the bed of a stranger on the wrong side of town didn't lend itself to memories I wanted to cherish. But hell, neither did the day, that preceded the night, that changed my life.