Nine Perfect Strangers Book Review Novels & Stories

But after carefully checking each room, she found nothing. Hayle furrowed her brow and looked around again. How strange! She remembered being captured by three thugs and losing consciousness. Then, suddenly, she woke up in a luxurious hotel room without any injuries or even a scratch. So why had the thugs brought her here? Hayle pondered, trying to analyze the situation. Why was it so strange? Hayle took a deep breath. She then smelled something different. Maybe because she was pregnant, her sense of smell had become very sensitive. She could smell a faint but pleasant fragrance. This scent? She had never smelled it before.

“Havent you noticed anything strange about them?” “Well, everyone says they're dangerous even though they don't look it. And Roman's presence always puts me on edge. That could also be because of what I've heard about him. Other than that, nothing.” Grace shook her head, curiosity still dancing in her eyes when she noticed her response didn't fully satisfy Joan. “That's not just it. I have been having strange experiences ever since I encountered them, and that of yesterday was even worse.” “What happened yesterday?” Grace probed, knitting her brows.

“We’re pretty laid back here, and no one will ask about your past. You’ll have a brand new start.” I nodded gratefully, instinctively rubbing the underside of my wrist with my fingertips. That was the spot where Leonard had marked me. After I dissolved our Mate Bond, all that remained of the bite mark was a faint scar. Even the deepest imprints would slowly fade with time. The same went for my grief and sorrow. I was confident that my new life by the beautiful sea would help me heal. With Lena’s help, I started a new job at the library. The head librarian’s name was Ethan, and he was surprisingly young and handsome.

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

Then I looked outside as if I didn't ask the man. From the window, you can see the tall building of the Storm Corporation, and I felt suddenly jittery. Dahlia, don't worry, you can do it! @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”

I lean my head to the side watching him pull a black shirt over his head and the fact that he has the body of a god should never ever influence me or have any physical effect on my body. "Nothing." He mutter stepping into his jeans and pulling them up over his boxers. "I am taking you home." "Good." I nod dragging my eyes away from the stranger who calls himself Arthur, who was standing way too close to me. Why did I pass out like that? I could have made a scene in the coffee shop. There were enough people to stop him from getting his way with me. I could have fought harder. Kicked him, hit him, bite him if necessary. Anything. I could have done anything, but I froze. Scared of all the what

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

Yet she kept riding the late train. On Friday afternoon, something strange happened. She slipped into her favorite little bookstore after work, seeking distraction among the dusty shelves. As she reached for a worn copy of *The Secret History*, a tall man with a face cap did the same. “After you,” he said softly. Their eyes met for a brief second. A strange jolt passed through her..... half recognition, half heat but it vanished before she could grasp it. He looked like the stranger from the train or was it just her mind? He smelled faintly of cedar and rain. Just another handsome stranger.