Nine Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

Jena's loud shout this morning made him even more annoyed. "Crazy Aioraaaaaa!" Jena said gasping as she ran from the elevator to Aiora's apartment. Aiora turned to look at Jena annoyed "You say I'm crazy?" The protest was not accepted. Jena is surprised why Aiora is so sensitive if she lacks male caresses? He thought randomly. "Not stupid. But Nakita's nasty video with three men at the same time spread on social media this morning." Obviously Jena was annoyed as she showed an article to Aiora on her cellphone screen.

A matte-black bespoke suit set off his cold, upright frame, strands of silver-gray hair falling over his brow, his features aloof and severe, the whole of him wrapped in the distance and indifference of a man at the very top. His deep-set eyes settled heavily on me, filled with impatience, something tangled I couldn't name, and a flicker of hesitation that was gone in an instant. "Layla." His voice was low and cold, weighted with the pressure of a man looking down from above. "Where have you been these three years?" I froze for a beat, then couldn't help the sneer. "What's this? Is Don Perrone hoping to catch up on old times?" Eli drew a deep breath, looking utterly helpless.

A few heartbeats later, she stepped away from him and realized that her audience had left. “That wasn’t so bad after all,” Ellen said, turning back to face the handsome stranger in front of her. The events of the last few minutes had sobered her up a bit. The handsome stranger looked stunned as he stared at her. His face was hardened in anger, and stepping towards her, he raised up his right hand.

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

He walked straight to Alessia's room and pushed the door open. Empty. Her things were gone. He stood there for a moment. On the desk lay an envelope. His hands shook as he picked it up. He took a breath and opened it. Inside were two documents. The first was a medical report confirming a miscarriage. Alessia Moretti's name was on it. The date was the day of the crash. He stared at the paper until the words blurred. She had been pregnant. She had called him ninety-nine times because she was bleeding.

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

"Why would I go with you? It's your fault." "It's your fault. You don't want to leave my mind. Aren't you tired yet? You've been running around in my head for months, Lily." "And you still really know me, right? Well sir, I still want to talk to you. But I am a very obedient child to my parents. They said, don't talk to strangers. So, bye I hope you won' Don't bug us here anymore. Thank you, good bye and have a nice day." * * *

“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

⸻ Behind them… Leonardo, Damien, Matteo, Lorenzo, Adrian, Cassian, Aurelius, Lucian, Mira, and even the Raven stepped onto the balcony. Nine people. One family. One purpose. The morning sun rose behind them. Cassian quietly looked at the horizon. “The road to the Ninth Sanctuary is longer than any journey we’ve ever taken.” Damien smiled. “Good.” Leonardo nodded. “We’ve spent our lives running.” Alessio looked at his brothers. “This time…” “…we travel together.” ⸻ Far away… Inside the hidden Himalayan temple… The hooded stranger stood before the empty pedestal. Slowly…

The recognition brought a smile to my face as I seized the night in hedonistic passion. In the blink of an eye, we'd arrived at someone's home. I assumed the driver. With no more than a light in the kitchen to cast a glow in the living room, both men set out to devour me. It quickly became evident, this was not a first. They worked in tandem, one in front, the other behind. Oddly, there was nothing rough or awkward about any of it. The straps fell from my shoulders as Right nipped kisses on my neck. My breasts were completely exposed when the dress fell to my waist where Left had his hands on my thighs, raising my skirt to explore beneath my thong.