Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

-he asks in an almost inaudible whisper between his teeth. I take a step back. I’m standing two meters from the stranger. My palms are sweating and I have a lump in my throat. What the hell could this man possibly want with me? The girls sense my fear and come to surround me protectively. Signaling, I let them know that it is dangerous and I try to keep them behind me. —It’s Me. I am Kira Samaras.- I face the stranger and he raises an eyebrow. -It’s nothing personal. That bastard took the woman I love away from me and I consider it fair to make him suffer exactly the same.- His accent is pronounced, I suspect he could be Italian.

She was about to think she has abnormalities. Well, she is not normal, anyway. She is often weird to act and think. She is often suddenly transporting to her own world. But what about how she feels? Is it still to have an abnormal perception? She did not feel lusting over somebody else, and that was wrong. She would have thought she was frigid but a stranger scattered in front of her. That man is the living proof that she still has hope. And every time she remembered him, she could not stop the explosion of lust and need throughout her being.

Ruby shot back. Enough. His tone turned cold. Get something else for your grandmother. Do you think she's more important than Matilda Knight? I'm done arguing about this. As Matilda heard her own name, she went stiff. Matilda whispered, why are these uncouth strangers talking about me? Stunned, she reached for Ruby's hand in fear

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.”

Jeering laughter rose from every side, sharp enough to make my eardrums ache. I turned my eyes slightly, and my gaze settled on the man off to the rear. The current Don of the Perrone family. Eli Perrone. A matte-black bespoke suit set off his cold, upright frame, strands of silver-gray hair falling over his brow, his features aloof and severe, the whole of him wrapped in the distance and indifference of a man at the very top.

I murmured excitedly, and I was about to begin when there was a loud knock on the door, which compelled me to stop eating. "Such a bother," I said, and with a heavy heart, I was forced to abandon my food to check who was at the door. Interestingly, as I opened the door, I discovered a foreigner, possibly in his teen years. "Can I help you?" I asked, perplexed, seeing the young man's good looks. "Yes, I'd like to know if this is Anita Santillan's house." He inquired, smiling and speaking in a thick British accent, and he's really cute!

asked Eros annoyed. Jane thought for a moment. "They're so boring! I want to meet random guys so I can get nervous and all," Jane said casually. If most people are afraid or hesitant to meet strangers, Jane wants to meet and get to know strangers. Eros shook his head slowly. Jane's quirks have no cure. "If you don't want to come, I'll sign up myself, who knows I might find the perfect date there!" cried Jane as she left the pool. Eros took a deep breath. The girl had completely lost her mind. There are no good, perfect men on dating apps like that. Applications like that only contain people without work.

I shrug, lower the mirror to look at her, "you can't give me that kind of joke. I appreciate that you consider me your friend, but you can't ask me to..." "You're asking me to marry a stranger, a man I don't know, you're crazy," I try to take a deep breath, but this girl doesn't make it easy for me... "I don't want to get married, I can't sell my dignity, I know I need the money, but not like this, no..."

he said and shut the door slowly behind him. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. “What?” The voice on the other end snapped at him. “She is awake” he said. He heard their breath catch for a long 2 seconds then the connection disconnected. He shrugged again. He was done with this shitty drama.

Now, hearing her voice again, I was stunned. "I remember your husband’s name is Ethan Graves, isn't it? God, you’re such an idiot. I can’t explain over the phone. Here’s an address. Get here now." Her brisk voice snapped across the line before she hung up. Heart hammering, I rushed over in a cab. The moment she saw me, her eyes reddened, but instead of a hug, she rolled her eyes. "I knew you were lovesick, but I didn’t think you’d actually turn out this stupid."