Novel & Cerita Nine Perfect Strangers Book Review

"For a very long time, I thought love was a never-ending transaction. But today, I am lucky enough to have met someone who allows me to trust the world again, to breathe free air again." I turned to look at Arthur. My eyes were hot with tears, but my smile was incredibly bright. Applause thundered through the venue. My father and brothers stood in the front row, smiling proudly as the brightest jewel of the Capello family was reborn. In the laws of the Mafia, the perfect revenge is never a bullet; it’s living ten thousand times better than the person who tried to destroy you.

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.

P.S: Dear readers, please leave a comment and rating in the app for this book, do not be a ghost reader. We've come a long way for you to be a stranger anymore. We'll do ourselves more good if we can communicate with ourselves in the comments section. You're most welcome to drop a piece of what's going on your mind in the comments section. Thank you. ****

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

The wooden stairs split in half. Terah wouldn't like the scenery she will saw if she ever open her eyes today. The man tried for the second time, but Zachary already anticipated the act, and before the sword landed on his body, he let out a mighty blow. The man landed on the wall. He shrieked in pain, attempted to stand. Zachary went for the kill. After a couple of minutes, the fight was done—the three of the unknown strangers. Zachary checked the three for any identities but found none. No tattoos. They were merely assassins sent by someone to kill his sleeping mate. Whoever wanted his mate dead was giving an excellent impression. Upon remembering the woman, he rushed to her room only to fi

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

He already had a bad opinion about her from the very start… and until now. Nah! She seems to be going crazy to think of some kind of nonsense. Why is she acting like that? She should be avoiding him because he is a man. And men were no good for her. Especially now that she knows her defenses are weak when it comes to strangers. It was enough that she fantasized about him. She was inspired enough and have done with her novel. It is enough that he was just inside her imagination, and she felt the feelings she wants to feel every time she thinks about him.

I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter before buying. I opened the book. The first story was about a librarian and a stranger who came in after hours. I laughed under my breath. Too on the nose. But I kept reading. The words were lush, explicit. The stranger’s hands on her thighs, the way he whispered commands against her ear, the slow build of tension until she begged. My pulse quickened. Heat pooled low in my belly. I glanced around—the shop was empty, windows dark, street noise muffled by snow. I was alone.

Like she was actually there. An hour passed in silent bliss, Nine now completely relaxed now with her resting on the chair's back, eyes staring at the book. Though she could not read the words well, she liked the cover on it. There was a man, with a woman around his arms. Both staring at each with a look in their eyes, a look that Nine found herself wanting for some reason. "Do you like it?" Nine rose her head up now as Lucas peered at her from a corner of the book. "You've been staring at it for a while. Would you like to read it?"

But now he had Damien, his sweet boy who loved him completely. ‎ ‎As Eli leaned his head against the shower wall, his thoughts drifted to the mysterious stranger from years ago. The man could have been an assassin, an organ harvester, or even the devil himself—Eli had no idea. But he couldn't deny the effect the stranger had on him. He found himself thinking about how he hadn't hated himself when the stranger’s fingers traced patterns on his skin. He had arched into the feather-light touches, a feeling of being owned washing over him. The stranger's deep growls and the humiliating names he whispered—"cum dump," "cock slut," "pretty little whore"—had a strange, potent effect on Eli, making hi