Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

A friend, someone Adam can trust before he realizes he has already opened the wrong door. Daniel starts the engine. His eyes remain on the photograph for one final second. Then he quietly says, "Let's see how desperate you really are." He drives away.

. This definitely doesn't look good.I wipe my sweaty palms on a napkin, get up and walks over to where they stand. When I get there Rea turns and gives me a grin. "Oh you're here, I guess you've finally decided to give him the number yourself". I freeze, I was definitely not expecting this. She hands me the piece of paper. "Okay, I'll be at our table waiting for you alright". She gives me a hug and whispers. "Best of luck". I couldn't even get a word out and she leaves. I actually wish for the ground to open up and do it's 'thing'. "Hi". A soft masculine voice calls out to me. I look at him. Damnit, how is it possible that he's hotter than before. I drink in his masculine features for the

I was praying that Jared didn’t find me so easily. “Hey stranger. Twice in one day. What a coincidence.” That voice.. it was so familiar but I knew it wasn’t Jared. I opened my eyes. It was Will. “Why on Earth was he here?!” This was just my luck. I looked up at him. His smile suddenly turned and he looked embarrassed.

Then she managed to answer, "O-Only one person came into my place and that is my best friend who needs my help. Your wife is not here, even if you search the whole area and even if you check my room, you won't see her there except my pads, bra, panties, lingerie on the bed!" I almost froze where I was sitting as if I suddenly got a stiff neck because I couldn't turn my head to him when he went behind the couch to look around. "I saw a girl came in just five minutes ago. It's not her?" the man asked and it looked like he was referring to me. Siena took a deep breath and answered, "It's Nalani, my bestfriend! As you can see, she's wearing a white dress. Is your wife also wearing a white dress?

Surprisingly, my soul floated midair. I didn't disappear right away. I watched Healer Petra Holmes gasp the moment the scalpel dove into my skin, and only one kidney was found. "Why does she only have one kidney?" she boomed. "This is ridiculous! How could they make her donate her kidney when she only has one? This is murder!" Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?"

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.

I just knew she was the key to everything. I found myself excited for the first time in awhile. To celebrate, I wanted to fuck a stranger, someone who didn’t look like Tiffany or Julia. I found a nice red head sitting alone at the bar and I introduced myself. “I’m Travis.” I gave her a wide smile. She looked me up and down before softly grinning, “Beth.” She didn’t smell quite human, but I couldn’t place the scent, however it didn’t matter, it was only for one night. She wasn’t thinking about what she was either so I couldn’t figure it out from reading her mind.

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

Without turning back, I searched for the powder room. My heart was still pumping hard as I stared at myself in the mirror. My skin was warmed. I could still feel his touch against my skin. He was a stranger who never put in an effort to get what he wanted, but there was just something about him that was still genuine. The door swung open. To my surprise, the stranger just walked in and locked the door. “Hey. This is the ladies’ room.” “I know. I promise the guy Yankees tickets. I told him to put the out of order sign for five minutes.”