Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

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.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

She looked on her side, groping her phone that fell on the sofa. I bite my lips. Being too close with Blake, the addicting scent of his perfume must have stuck on my shirt... and hair. Wow! I should ask him next time what perfume he uses. It did really stick in my shirt and hair, probably even in the skin of my body. Tonight I will not change my shirt nor wash my hair. I wonder what magic he has, making me under his spell instead of mine. “Tara!! Stella snapped her fingers, but I was replaying our hot moments in the elevator. “Tara!” She cackled.

the stranger murmured. His palms braced themselves on the mattress to either side of her head, and he lowered his face until their noses nearly brushed. Jade could smell him — the sensual perfume. The smell was not unpleasant, nor was it overpowering, but it was distinctly masculine and distinctly mature. No man smelled like this, only a stranger could. “Just like you didn’t lift that tiny dress of yours up to give your perverted customer a view of that tight little body of yours. You’re too good of a lady for that.”

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.”

"Then your husband's name must be Se ---" "Harvey. I'm Harvey Ackles." My husband said. "Ackles? Oh, my God! This is the ending I didn't expect." She kept screaming. I fearfully took Harvey's hand so we could leave now. The young girl in front of us really made me uncomfortable. "Wait, don't you want to know the rest of my story?" Asked the girl as Harvey and I turned around. "The handsome guy and the nerdy girl are not together! There was a misunderstanding between them! But now you can choose a different ending! It's up to you!"

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."

Meanwhile, the stranger said in an orderly tone: - And now slowly, so that I can see your every movement, get up from the ground and turn to me: I want to see the one whom I was ordered to destroy. Emily obeyed his order and began to rise slowly, without making sudden movements: she rested both hands on the ground, slightly rising and kneeling, then to rise. But Amy left out one detail: she was only wearing a T-shirt that Jer had given her so she could cover her nakedness. And at that moment, when the girl knelt down, this same T-shirt pulled up above her hips, revealing to the stranger her rounded and appetizing ... um ... in general, what was below her back.

Elara’s fists trembled violently and the words from the stranger echoed in her mind silently. Pierced through her heart. She tightened the marriage certificate until the paper crumpled in her hands. …. She felt a sharp pain in her chest. Bryan….. She said softly, she whispered with a shaking voice. What kind of a heartless man is he? Suddenly her phone beeped. She slowly looked through her phone screen in fear. “Unknown number”... Elara you are very far from the truth…

An elderly man's face surfaces. "Um ... Hello" I commenced not sure of how to start the conversation. "Hello. How may I help you ?" the man asked. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, you'd know he's just managing his life. "Actually my car got hit by someone earlier and he gave me a card to bring my car for fixing" I explained handing him the card . He accessed the card and a smile follows which I found kinda weird . "Come in" was what he said before turning around inside . My brows furrowed in confusion Nevertheless, I followed him. I almost choked at the unusual weird smell that was formulating in the room. Everywhere was dirty and full of grease.