Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

he whispers—voice trembling so hard it barely exists. The man smiles. “Oh, sweetheart… I haven’t even started.” He lifts the clamp. Eli shuts his eyes, breath shuddering— But the door at the far end of the room SLAMS open. Hard. Metal against metal. Violent. Final. The stranger freezes. Slowly turns. Eli’s eyes fly open— And his breath stops completely. A shadow stands in the doorway. Tall. Broad. Silent. He steps into the light. Damian.

A glint of satisfaction flashed in Preston’s eyes when he saw that his nominal wife was heartbroken and said, “I am going back to work. Take a cab to your place. I will fetch you when I have time. Please don’t call me or send me annoying text messages.” With the marriage certificate finally in his possession, Preston rushed home to show his grandfather that the task had been completed. He left his wife standing in the parking lot of the Home Affairs, heartbroken. Brooklyn hadn’t even realized that she was crying until the most handsome stranger offered her a tissue. She looked at him with bloodshot eyes and said, “Thank you, Sir.” The handsome stranger smiled and replied, “You are welcome, M

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

Because consent had been replaced with consequence. Zayden nodded slowly. “…I think the system assumed benefit equals permission.” Lena whispered. “That’s dangerous.” Zayden agreed. “Yes.” But neither of them knew how to undo it anymore. A stranger nearby suddenly stopped and looked directly at them. Not confused. Not curious. Just aware. “I feel like I should thank you,” the stranger said. Lena froze. “…what?” The stranger frowned. “I don’t know why. I just… feel calmer than I was a minute ago.”

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

The stranger stepped forward a few paces and stared at me, he took me in from my boots to my ripped up jeans to my plaid flannel shirt–which was now ruined before settling on my eyes. His stare was intense but with the closeness, I could see more of his features. The stranger had black hair and a strong jaw, his eyes were an icy blue, and the only marks that adorned his porcupine skin were splatters of light freckles. The stranger looked almost perfect, he looked like a painting only made with the finest paint and brushes. “You’re an interesting creature aren’t you? You have a fairy-like beauty about you, but you’re definitely not magical.” The stranger’s voice boomed, he had not answered my

she whispered "I have a feeling that he's mysterious" it suddenly entered my mind to stalk him even on social media. I simply looked down and looked at his i.d.'Joses Jacobo Sagun' "Eh? what is that to you if he's mysterious? You don't have to do anything" said my twin but it seemed like it just went through one ear and came out the other Joses looked at me. I also looked at him deep inside I was happy because I saw the whole of his face. even if he doesn't smile at me

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.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” “Hey, stranger. Although you turned me and my buddy down last night and made us sleep in our car in the middle of nowhere, I’m back here to say you’re beautiful and I can’t keep my mind off you. Do you get?” “Piss off,” Irene says, anger coating her voice. Obviously not moved by whatever the stranger with a oddly familiar voice is saying. This time, the voice isn’t Derek’s. But I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before.