Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

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."

NINA. I stood before the mirror and felt awed. The reflection indicated a stranger standing at a strange facsimile of me. I reached out and touched my face and my cheekbones; this was certainly a different me. I think I looked like... Lauren Hilton. "Hello, dear, are you okay?" the elderly woman's voice echoed in a soft, quiet voice. I was slow in replying to the elderly woman since I was lost in thought. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," I could hardly order my head as I turned on the tap and washed my hands, trying to clear the fog out of my brain.

Bianca found hers near the center of the middle table and sat down. The name card beside her read: Peregrine Solari. She'd never heard the name before. He arrived a moment later. He was tall, dark-haired, with the kind of easy presence that didn't need to announce itself. He slid into the chair beside her and turned with a smile that was open and direct and entirely without performance. "You must be Bianca Ellington." She nodded. "And you're Peregrine Solari?" "Perry, if you'd like. Peregrine is a mouthful." He extended his hand. "I've read about you."

were undoubtedly of her. It made no sense. Ruby's head was starting to hurt. The person's excuse was the same as before. "I can't explain this over text, but I'm begging you. You have to believe me. I would never hurt you. You are important to me." The person sounded like they were on the verge of a complete breakdown, and it was making Ruby feel oddly guilty. They sounded so exhausted and jittery, as if they were living through a tough time themselves. And the words, "You're important to me," they stirred something up within Ruby. But she saw an opening and decided to push harder. "Listen, Owen and I are scheduled to go to the city clerk's office tomorrow to file for divorce. So, if you wa

Like all the stuff that happened isn't really all that bad. "Damn. Just. Damn," The Stranger says in a shocked tone once I finish. He continues to look me in my eyes when I talk, not that he can see anything any longer. I'm using one arm to cover my breasts, or as much of them as I can, and cupping my womanhood with my other hand. It feels like forever that I could hide even a piece of my nakedness.

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.

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

And I meet the eyes I was just about to compliment. All over again, I am struck with the handsome features that belong to the stranger, Casper. He is dressed differently...Casual. A simple black shirt and dark trousers that he has his hands shoved into the pockets. He stares at me through silky black hair that brushes over his brow, an amused smile dancing across his face. Did he hear that? A feeling of utter dread washes over me, as I come to terms with the embarrassment that is showing itself through the colour of my cheeks.

“We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ” If she chooses whom she would like to be with, there is no doubt that Shean will quickly choose the stranger. She turned to the walking testosterone, and before she could understand what was happening, she just felt he hold one of her arms and pulled her out of the bar. She did not felt the need to struggle. The touch of his hand on her seemed to ignite her intense desire to be confined to the long and strong arms of a stranger. It is fine with her wherever he takes her, as long as he holds her. She will come with him.