Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

A familiar voice rang through the almost still room. Cutting through the peace and tranquillity. I felt my blood boil over as Tanya’s familiar perfume wafted into my nostrils. Every step she made towards me. She was dressed in a black strapless mini gown, which accentuated her curves. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders I clenched my jaw, peeking at her through the corner of my eyes. “Hi darling” she called out to Steph, who looked confused. “DO you mind if I have a word with Sky alone, please?”

A lie that tastes better than the truth. The temperature drops. “Ah . . . him,” Dante says after a beat. His jaw tightens just enough for me to notice. He doesn’t reply. He just pays again though he doesn’t look at me while he does it. Outside, the air is colder. Night creeping in. I step aside while he finishes up, needing space, oxygen, something that doesn’t smell like him. “Hey.” I turn. A stranger. Human. Smiling. Too close. “Just wanted to say you look incredible. I–uh . . .” he says, holding out a card. “Call me sometime.”

The Stranger For one terrifying second— nobody moved. God. Not Adrian. Fair. Not Elena. Reasonable. Not Lily. God. Because Peanut was standing beside a stranger. Fair. A complete stranger. Reasonable honestly. And she looked happy. God. Perfectly happy. Fair. Which somehow made everything worse. Reasonable. Then Adrian crossed the distance. God. Immediately. Fair. Not running. Reasonable. Not walking. God. Something in between. Fair. The speed of a father who had spent the last fifteen minutes imagining every nightmare possible.

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.”

My body jerks at the contact, and when my eyes fly up, the face in front of me is not Caspian’s. The stranger is tall and broader than I expected after crashing into him. Blond curls fall loosely across his forehead, while pale grey eyes look back at me with a coldness that makes it difficult to hold his gaze. A thin scar crosses the right side of his forehead, cutting through an otherwise handsome face and adding a hardness I cannot ignore. Heat rushes into my cheeks as I step back half a pace. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He smiles, but there is nothing friendly in it. His mouth stretches while those grey eyes stay fixed on me, and the smile only makes

Looking at what I’d done on the floor in front of me, I felt useless and disgusted. I cleaned up and sat there a long time afterward, staring at nothing, and thought that whatever Serena Sterling actually was — a stranger, a doppelgänger, a lie wearing my wife’s face — she’d already gotten further under my skin in three weeks than anyone had managed in four years. I didn’t know if that terrified me more, or the fact that some sick part of me didn’t want it to stop.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

she exclaimed loudly. When their climaxes subsided, Serena moaned in sheer amazement. The stranger gently placed his hand on her breast, relishing the softness of it, as he kissed her lips one final time. He uttered, "You are extraordinary, I desire we have the entire night together. It would have been delightful to pleasure you repeatedly." He removed the used condom, pulled up his trousers, and planted a swift kiss on her lips before exiting. As the alluring stranger glanced back at her for a final time that night, he expressed, "I hope our paths cross someday. It was a pleasure meeting you. I am Alex." He departed before she could respond.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

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