Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

A deep, masculine voice boomed through the phone, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why? I'm at a club. You want to join?" I asked, a playful smile on my face. "WHERE?!" I whispered, laughing. "Paradise!" "Wait for me there! I'm coming!" he replied, hanging up. Then I continued dancing, lost in the music. A stranger pressed his warm body against mine, his breath tickling my neck. "You smell so good..." I moaned softly, my senses heightened by the alcohol. "Get away from me... I have a husband."

If this all fails all I see is me being the perfect housewife and just allowing it to happen till I'm buried six feet under. “You know a lot of amazing artists come out here and get their best ideas.” a random voice quipped out of the darkness piquing my attention. Unsure of how long he had been there. I looked over to see a man over six feet tall. Perfect beard, brown eyes, and an accent I couldn’t decipher. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you to not talk to strangers?” A chuckle escaped his mouth at my comment, but he was still looking forward. “You’re about a foot shorter than me, I am sure I can take you.” He joked. He stood there in silence with me. “They say talking about your problems t

His posture was relaxed yet alert, as if waiting for instructions. ​My pulse stumbled. ​“Close the door,” Darius said. ​His voice was low, calm, the kind that didn’t need volume to command. I obeyed, the latch clicking like a verdict behind me. ​The stranger rose, his eyes meeting mine briefly—dark, unreadable yet seducing. Something flickered between them, Darius and the other man, an understanding I wasn’t meant to interpret. ​“Why am I here?” My voice cracked, thin against the music.

Probably my own feet. “Holy shit are you okay?” I hear as I feel my face heat and turn a deep red, I feel something lift me to my feet and open my eyes to bright sky blue ones staring into my soul. Fuck he is actually beautiful. Now I am this close I can see everything, all his tiny perfect imperfections. He has a chicken pox scar about his left eyebrow and a small crook in his nose as if it’s been broken but long healed. His perfect blue eyes are like a bright summer’s day and his lips. I cannot stop staring at his plump perfect lips. I’m still watching as they move into a smirk.

“Come here girly girly girly. I can smell you. Mmm, I can smell you alright. You smell like Alpha. You smell like a very strong Alpha.” Oh crap, Dominica was slightly offended by the fact that her 3,000 dollar perfume wasn't recognized, instead this Stranger described that she smelt of Fenris... That Egotistical Dog who had the audacity to scold her because of one of his past mistresses. "Hey missy"The strangers voice rings out and it was deep, grave, and had that thin lining of insanity around its edges. If this beast knew how to climb a tree, then she’s fucked!

"Why are you here?" Max's chest rumbled as he talked and I felt another flutter in my heart. I sniffed him lightly and he smelled like aftershave. It was so good and nice. How can he be so handsome, hot and sexy? It becomes even more difficult to avoid him. I smiled in his chest. I still couldn't digest the fact that I might be falling for him. "Oh, it's a free country and I don't think that I should be taking your permission to come here." the stranger replied, his voice bringing a chill down my spine again.

He fixed his gaze on me. "She's a lovely young lady. She'll be with us for a few days "Grecia said, and I smiled back. "What? No way," In disbelief, he looked at Grecia. "Do you have a problem?" Grecia inquired, daring him to object. A normal person would have kept his mouth shut and welcomed the visitor if it meant avoiding Mom's wrath. But the person in front of me is insane. "Yes. I'm having a problem. I'm not going to let a stranger stay with us." He snapped sarcastically, his voice rising with rage.

a handsome stranger said, offering a crisp white handkerchief. Abigail's gaze met his, and for a moment, she forgot her sorrow and admired the handsome man.He was stunning, with chiselled features, piercing blue eyes, and a strong jawline that seemed carved by the gods. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his smile could charm the stars from the sky. But Abigail's pain was too raw, her pride too wounded. She shook her head, refusing the handkerchief, and tried to walk away. However, the stranger's grip on her arm was firm but gentle, stopping her in her tracks. It felt like healing to her hurt soul.

Her gaze still lingers on Ethan's. Slowly, her eyes moved downwards as a soft smile curved on her lips, before she lifted her chin, her attention shifting to the menu lying on the table. She opened the cover, the soft rustle of pages filling the silence. Her eyes scanned through it, and as she read, she could still feel the awareness of Ethan still staring at her. Elena's fingers moved to the small bell, its surface shining in the soft light on the table. Ding-dong In response, a young beautiful lady, dressed in a white shirt and black skirt glided in. A silver name tag reading "Prosper "adorned her lapel, and a warm smile played on her lips as she approached.

He was incredibly captivating. Hayle turned to see her husband approaching. She hadn’t expected her conversation with Roberto to be so brief. She had barely taken a sip of her coffee. “Is it done?” Hayle asked, looking at her husband. “Hmm,” Jaxter grunted, extending his hand. His sharp and cold gaze was directed at the woman sitting next to Hayle with an odd and unsettling smile. He didn’t want to say it was disgusting, but that was how he felt. Without saying much more, Jaxter reached for Hayle’s hand.