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?”

Her gaze still lingers on Ethan's. Slowly, her eyes moved downwards as a soft smile curved on her lips, before she lifted her chin, her attention shifting to the menu lying on the table. She opened the cover, the soft rustle of pages filling the silence. Her eyes scanned through it, and as she read, she could still feel the awareness of Ethan still staring at her. Elena's fingers moved to the small bell, its surface shining in the soft light on the table. Ding-dong In response, a young beautiful lady, dressed in a white shirt and black skirt glided in. A silver name tag reading "Prosper "adorned her lapel, and a warm smile played on her lips as she approached.

He watches them from afar as they run till he saw his wife entertained the strange guy making him feel irritated and angry. “What do you want from me?” he heard his wife asked the stranger. “If you are not busy later, I would love to invite you for a dinner and get to know each other,” he bravely invites her. Caspian was ready to make his move when he saw his wife paused and turns to the guy as her hands were on her waist. “I am not interested to know you,” she frankly uttered without any reaction. “If you aren’t interested with me then why are you entertaining me? Why did you wave at me in return?” he inquires, can’t accept that she rejects his kind offer.

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

she said sniffing and the man was still holding tight to her. " No, is getting hotter here, I am burning inside, help me ". his voice became demanding before Maya could say another word his lips were on hers, and Maya wide-eyed in surprise and struggled to push him off but he was holding on tight as he kept kissing her deeply and roughly, she could taste the alcohol in his mouth and he started caressing her body after she got tired of struggling with him. She suddenly got lost in his tender touch, she had never felt like this for anyone before, her body was giving in to the strange man, she slid her fingers through his hair and let out a moan as the man carried her to the bed. His lips began

"Without despair, evolution stagnates." The battlefield trembled. The mysterious stranger finally stepped forward. "No." The parasite turned toward him. And for the first time— Its smile weakened slightly. Interesting. Very interesting. "You survived." The stranger nodded. "I learned." The parasite stared at him. Then sighed. "You were my greatest mistake." The atmosphere exploded. For the first time, genuine power erupted from the mysterious stranger. Not silver. Not black. Not white. Something beyond all three. Reality stabilized around him. The collapsing gateways stopped expanding.

If this all fails all I see is me being the perfect housewife and just allowing it to happen till I'm buried six feet under. “You know a lot of amazing artists come out here and get their best ideas.” a random voice quipped out of the darkness piquing my attention. Unsure of how long he had been there. I looked over to see a man over six feet tall. Perfect beard, brown eyes, and an accent I couldn’t decipher. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you to not talk to strangers?” A chuckle escaped his mouth at my comment, but he was still looking forward. “You’re about a foot shorter than me, I am sure I can take you.” He joked. He stood there in silence with me. “They say talking about your problems t

All he wears is a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants -- somehow, that only makes him hotter. However, something bizarre catches my attention. The stranger is glowing a faint, sparkling pink.

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

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?