Maybe Were Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

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. *********

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

"Okay. But I'm holding you to that." They settled into Bianca's office, spreading the takeout across her desk. Verity had ordered from their favorite restaurant from university days, the one they'd visited after every exam, every breakup, every life crisis that required carbs and conversation. Bianca felt something loosen in her chest. A reminder of who she'd been before all of this. "So." Verity picked up her chopsticks. "The photographs." "What about them?" Bianca asked. "The building and the woman. The caption that practically screamed scandal." Verity leaned forward. "Who is she?"

"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."

But then he realized something when reading it. Mingchan was holding that thin page and staring at that panel where that robot guy was being kissed by a woman. “W-why is this so familiar?” Mingchan asked himself as the My Perfect Boyfriend w*****n was based on their true to life story. Mingchan was reading everything. He could not stop laughing and giggling until he reached the latest episode.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

The door to the room opened roughly to reveal Lucas running towards him with a huffed face. "Crazy Ell." He said with a hasty breath looking at Ellthan in disbelief. "Andrew was killed in an unknown gunshot, but it looks like the person who shot Andrew was the same person who shot Ferzio." Obviously Lucas was on the hunt. Ellthan just stared flat at Lucas "You're here to just tell me that? You think I have no connection." Ellthan said dryly which made Lucas chuckle. "Yeah I guess you don't know." Lucas's chuckle made Ellthan snort.