Maybe Were Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

Then, she found herself in El Paraiso, a small town with breathtaking beauty. El Paraiso was ruled by the Saldieguez, from politics to business. Her path crossed to the CEO of Nirvana Hotel and the youngest of Saldieguez named Luther. In Paradise Club, where all fantasies happened, the two of them had an agreement—to be “Strangers with Benefits”. With Eura being a brokenhearted widow and Luther as a troublesome playboy CEO, will things work between the both of them? Will the “Strangers with Benefits” contract between them work? Because the both of them know, at the end of the day . . . they’re just strangers to each other.

So far. At Camp Unplugged, that isn’t the only scoop on the counselor. Rumor has it that, when Ms. Perfect was in her 20s, she was in love with a guy and tried to elope with him. Her mother, Mrs. Blanca, found out and ended the relationship by filing a restraining order on the guy. Ms. Perfect has remained single ever since.

Curiosity bubbled within you like fizz in a soda, and that evening, unable to resist, you peeked through your bedroom door. What you saw in Dynasty chilled you: Your uncle had invited a group of strangers into your parents' home—people who looked weird and laughed loudly in a way that made you shudder. The stark contrast between the joyful past and the current neglect was a painful reminder that your parents were gone and never to return.

Their naked bodies were intertwined and writhing on my bed, the screen displaying all the disgusting details for all to see. The whole hall went dead silent. Then, the room exploded. All eyes were glued to the screen. The whispers grew louder and more chaotic as each guest added their own two cents. Damian stared up at the footage as if he'd been hit by lightning. He stood there, utterly frozen as his face turned pale with fright before morphing into a look of pure panic. Talia cracked first. She pointed at me with a trembling finger, her voice sharp and shrill. "Elise, how did you get that video? You knew about us all along, didn't you?"

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

"We've been together for a long time, but this might be it. I don't know." "Hmm." Chloe wasn't sure what to say to him. She wasn't sure why he was even telling her. Maybe he didn't need to think. Maybe he needed to talk. So she just did her part and listened awkwardly. "We get along great, really. Until we don't, and then all hell breaks loose, and it's like we are oil and vinegar or something." "Hmm," Chloe added a nod which seemed to encourage him. "It's like we are the perfect couple one day and the next we're a mess. We might as well be strangers. No more than that, we act like we loathe each other for no reason."

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

He offered. I instantly turned towards him and stared at him, trying to decipher if he is serious or if he is just being curtsies. “Are you serious?” I still confirmed. “Of course, I’m. Why would I offer you help if I’m not serious?” He bit back. “Yea, it’s just that we are practically strangers and you offered me help which is odd. I mean, it’s just not every day when a stranger helps you out of nowhere. It’s not like I don’t appreciate it but it’s just so uncommon. I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just stating what I normally see, and…” I was about to say more when he placed a hand on my mouth.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I almost smiled but my lips wouldn't stretch, no matter how hard I tried. "Of course Ma. This place is a home away from home." "Ehn ehn. Good then. My regards to her and Merry Christmas." I couldn't bring myself to say the words to her and even after we said our goodbyes, I remained in the position, staring at the stranger who stared back from the too shiny tiles. *********