Nine Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

What’s that? “The woman in the corner is obviously not from here, but the other four children are vagrants that we took from the street. Sir, we need five people today for our quota.” I heard a door shut close. Were we in a truck? I could also hear the sobbing of the children. Papa God, what could we do? Was that my karma for pretending to be Sean's girlfriend? Or…did they kidnap me because I was Sean's girlfriend? What’s that ‘quota’ though?

Ben remembered all of his men, the gangsters seemed to understand the message conveyed by their leader, they rushed back to scatter, searched every corner of the small settlements, and kept monitoring Jake's face and also Luna's they had to find. When they were examining all sides of the small villages, one of the gangsters found Luna and Jake coming out of a small obstetric clinic which was located in a remote area and was also in a small village. Instantly the man wrinkled his forehead, trying to focus his vision, if what he saw before his eyes that time was right, and not wrong. He made sure that it was Jake and also Luna, the man who embraced Luna's body to get into the car. “That's righ

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

It took a little longer to wash off sharing the shower, but a few minutes later we were getting dressed and heading out the door. “Where are we going?” I asked as we pulled away. Due to his antics, I’d forgotten to ask who was on the phone. “We’re going to meet Nine.” “Nine? He’s here?” Six nodded. “How? Why?” “He knew I was coming here and by the news, thought I might still be in the area.” Instead of another outlying shit-tel, I was surprised when the strip view became larger and larger until we were pulling into the parking garage of the Venetian.

The east windows waited for morning. Outside the city moved in its November configuration, amber and dark, doing what it had always done regardless of what was happening on the ninth floor of a building with a green awning on Calloway Street. Inside, two people sat at a table and ate pasta with the correct surface area and finishing oil applied at the proper moment, and talked, and were present, and were home. The stranger who had stayed was still staying. He was going to keep staying. And Daniel Rogers — who had missed a bus by forty-seven seconds, who had been found by someone who had been looking for him for nine years, who had spent thirteen months learning to let himself be found — held

Whether Vivian would come to regret it no longer mattered to me. After I completely gave up on her treatment, the nerves I had kept stretched tight finally loosened a little. After leaving the Grant estate, I was about to ask Vivian to return my passport and ID. All of my documents had been with her these past few years. As soon as I reached a corner by the street, a sharp pain exploded across my forehead. Hot blood gushed from the wound. Dizziness swept over me. Before I even understood what had happened, a group of people grabbed me, pulled me around, and started punching and kicking me.

After catching my husband, Jaxson Larkin, cheating on me for the third time, I end up developing aphasia. Out of guilt, Jaxson spends a month teaching me to communicate using "One" and "Two". "One" means yes, and "Two" means no. No matter what Jaxson says to me, as long as it involves Sasha Fuller, I only answer with "One". When he says Sasha is in poor health and wants to borrow the amulet that my mother left behind to bring me blessings, I answer "One" without hesitation. When he says he wants to postpone our wedding anniversary to celebrate Sasha's birthday, I reply with "One". Even when he brings a pregnant Sasha into our home, I still answer with "One". I even thoughtfully pack

He turned and looked at me first before he shifted his gaze to what I was holding. It's my dirty and crumpled tissue. He did not accept it and instead, he just looked at me again. “Thank you, but that filthy tissue of yours won't help clean up the mess I've made.” Is he that sensitive to not accept my used tissue? I mean, does anyone accept a filthy tissue given by a stranger though? I was just trying to help but this guy is getting on my nerves. I know he's really annoying but I'm still trying to be kind to the star of the show I watched earlier.

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.