Nine Perfect Strangers Book Review Novels & Stories

“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

Caleb called out, his voice loud over the engine. The wind whipped past my ears, everything outside blurring as if life itself had sped up. The only thing sharp and clear was Caleb's smiling face beside me, burned into my mind. After more than ten minutes, the car finally slowed to a stop. I unbuckled and tried to step out, still buzzing with excitement. I almost lost my balance, but Caleb caught me effortlessly.

He looked ugly. Nine years. What kind of man had I wasted nine years on? I watched him grovel, cold and unmoved. The intercom crackled to life, announcing my flight — final boarding call. I glanced toward the security gate. Jason shot to his feet. "Where are you going?" Like he was afraid I'd disappear if he looked away for even a second. But he'd been too slow for so much more than just this one second. The way he looked now — terrified, desperate — was exactly how I used to look, back when I was afraid he would leave me.

Suddenly, Lila yelled from downstairs, "Caleb! The food's burning!" He responded right away and ran back downstairs. Keeping my composure, I stepped into the main bedroom. I thought nothing Caleb did for Lila would surprise me anymore—until I found a bra there that wasn't mine. "Oh! You found it!" Lila exclaimed, suddenly appearing in the bedroom. She plucked the bra from my hand and said, "Thank you for finding my bra, Sienna. This one was personally picked out for me by Ca—by a good friend. With how thoughtful Caleb is, I'm sure you've had a similar experience too, right?"

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.

Picking up my pad with his free hand, he clicks a couple of things on the screen, and I sit there, buzzing with enough energy to light up a small town. “Here.” He props it up in front of me, he had gone to the website, clicking open the review section, and more reviews pour in. “Tell me I’m not the only one that has read The 99th Round at least five times! I’m obsessed! I need the second part like yesterday! Urgh!” My chest feels fuzzy. I’ve not sought for reader’s validation before, I thought I didn’t care what they thought… “Did Izzy breathe life into Vulcan? The entire world seems to be vibrating on a different level. Much different from his previous works.”

Tris felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that he was staring at her. "Ah, it looks like the book is currently checked out," Tris said, trying to sound apologetic. "Would you like to reserve it?" The man nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, please. I'd greatly appreciate it." Tris smiled and began to process the reservation. As she worked, she couldn't help but steal glances at the mysterious stranger. Who was he, and what was he doing here? As Tris worked on reserving the book, the man continued to lean against the shelf, his eyes fixed intently on her. Tris felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that he was staring at her, his gaze piercing and unnerving.

When she came to, she and Claire were tied up near the ocean. Claire was whispering lines to the hired “kidnapper,” telling him what to say. Then she noticed Zoey waking up. Her voice was raspy but full of scorn. “I really underestimated you. Adrian was already safe, but he still went back into the fire to get you. What the hell do you have that I don’t?” Zoey took a slow breath. After everything, she knew by now—Claire couldn’t be judged by normal standards. She kept her voice even.

I was getting more and more attracted to her. What was happening to me? I could not sleep so I thought of reading some book. I had liked two out of her seven completed books and had liked both of them. I opened the app and started reading the new book by the writer and read a few chapters of it. Oh, God!! The male protagonist was absolutely like me, in physical appearance and qualifications. And what surprised me the most was that the female protagonist was also exactly like my clumsy neighbour. They even met the way we met...

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was