Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

I need some time. Inaya: I'll think about it. Unknown: I'm happy. At least you're talking to me. Thank you. I don't know why but I'm feeling like he is a genuine person. Inaya: At least you can tell me your name to me. I have to save your number. Unknown: You can call me Mr Stranger. I knew it, he won't tell. Inaya: So, you can't even tell me your name. Why he can't even tell his name? Why? Will I ever find my answers?

Even though I am alone, I can't risk opening it without the privacy of my room. It's a but plug. I had ordered one because I want the night to be as perfect as possible, and I don't want to waste even a moment due to prep work. Now that everything is in place, it is time to tease my boyfriend. I take a shower and then put on my sexy underwear; it is lace and black with a tiny pink bow at the top. I pose in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, and I have to say I look decent enough, maybe even pretty, with my curly hair falling on my face. I take a few selfies and send them to Simon with a message.

He caught me standing around where my husband left me of course, he approached me with an award winning smile and spoke into my ear "Are you lost, my lady?" Oh, that voice, the hot breath that massaged my neck, oh how it made me shiver. I turned around to stare at his perfect face, I tried so hard to resist the temptation of kissing his red lips. who is this perfect stranger I wondered, my body was even more excited than I was, if it could jump out of my soul and went to him, it would have done it. He smiled and handed a glass of drink over to me " I didn't mean to captivate you my lady" he said ever so softly

And as promised, I didn't say a word after that. He kept driving and called someone. " Adam Wilson, speaking...I will be there in three hours...... Yes, the flight was delayed a bit because of the bad weather..... I need a solution to that problem, immediately. " He said. I put the earphones in my ear and was lost in the melodious voice of my favourite singer. " Excuse me!! Will you please get up, I am already getting late." Someone shook my arm. I opened my eyes and was shocked to realise that I had slipped into slumber in the presence of a real stranger.

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.

Their eyes were wide, pupils blown, scanning the room with a kind of hesitant awe. “It’s… quieter in here,” the stranger said, voice soft, almost relieved, like stepping into a shelter from a storm. Aria nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yeah,” she murmured, her tone careful, neutral, not prying. The stranger’s gaze flicked toward the tall mirror against the far wall. “That thing… it doesn’t like me,” they admitted, voice lower now, hesitant. “I see it in my dreams.”

Everything stopped. The Stranger offered a sad, fragile smile. It was a hopeful expression—the look of a man who had waited in the dark for a very, very long time. "Hello," he murmured softly. Ava stared at him, her chest heaving as she remained motionless for several seconds. Then, hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her lashes. Across the globe, the entire human race watched in absolute confusion as Ava took a deliberate step forward, reached out, and pulled the Stranger into a tight, fierce hug.

"Neither of us guessed the exact date Colin would notice his college choices had been changed, but I was the closest." My buddy, Caleb Sterling, smugly patted Amelia Blackwood on the shoulder. "So, you still lost. You have to be my servant for two months. Hurry up and feed me some beef." Amelia gritted her teeth. "The rules clearly said you had to guess the exact date to win. You're cheating. I won't argue with a sore loser like you, though. I'll let you win this time."

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."

After two years of barely speaking to my husband, Nathan Holt, the last place I expect to see him is my cousin's dorm. It's freshman move-in day, and he's helping Camille Collett make her bed. Camille is my cousin's roommate. Her eyes crinkle at the corners whenever she smiles. She catches me looking at Nathan and immediately loops her arm through his. "Hi. This is my boyfriend. He was worried about me moving in by myself, so he took the day off to come with me." I think of the text Nathan sent me yesterday. "Business trip. Won't be home this week either." I smile and say nothing. Nathan turns around, and shock flashes across his face the moment he sees me. But he recovers almost ins