Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

He wore only tight-fitting pants that accentuated his waist, adding to his irresistible charm, and I could see his sturdy abdominal bones. Who is this charming guy in our room instead of my ruthless husband? A sly smirk played upon his lips as his expression darkened, indicating the dirty thoughts running through his mind. A subtle change in the glint of his captivating sea rover eyes caught my attention. His gaze lingered upon my form, raking over me with an undeniable hunger that left me acutely aware of my vulnerability, dressed only in a small bath towel. I was standing before a STRANGER! With a soft exhale escaping my lips, I entered the bathroom, using the door as my shield. Peeping fr

He was moved to caress her hair, but he immediately dead the thought. He took his gaze off her and focused his attention somewhere else. “Can I please have a dance with the pretty lady?” Matilda looked up from her plate and saw a stranger extending his hand towards her with a smile on his face. Jaden got up and walked over to Matilda's side, he stood right in front of the stranger, blocking his view. “Can't you see she's with someone?” “It's just a harmless dance” “She is not interested” The stranger peeped over Jaden's shoulders to look at Matilda, and smiled at her again.

But before I could answer that, the call died. Then immediately it rang. "Moshi-moshi! Jutsiken Ramen House! Good afternoon, Ma'am/Sir, what's your order?" "Is this Lily?" Huh? Who is this? "Yes, speaking. Do I know who this is?" "Really? Do you still work there? Because every time I order for delivery, you're not the one who answers the call and delivers." He is in tears. Who is this? Is this my stalker? Charing.

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!

-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.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

I set up my stuff, line everything perfectly parallel, take a sip of water like a normal person who definitely did not have sex against a hotel window last night. Jennifer’s phone buzzes. “He’s ready. Right this way.” I turn, smile locked and loaded, hand already out. And the world tilts sideways. Because the man walking through the door—in a charcoal suit that fits like it was invented for him, hair still a little messy, blue eyes wide with the same holy-shit expression I’m wearing—is him. My stranger. The one whose name I don’t know. The one who knows exactly what I sound like when I come.

It was as if his gaze held a gentle tenderness, wrapped in an aura of kindness that drew her in and stirred her soul in ways she had never anticipated. Dynasty had to remind herself to shake off the spell that this intriguing stranger had cast over her. She told herself that their meeting was merely a chance encounter, a fleeting moment lost in the whirlwind of her busy life. The likelihood of a second meeting was slim, and yet she couldn’t fathom how she had failed to not see Sheppard Choi. The man she briefly spent the evening with couldn't possibly be her client, yet he captivated her more profoundly than anyone she typically interacted with in her professional realm, which tended toward

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

Not into darkness. Into the field itself. Emma took a slow breath. She reached toward the stranger's hand. Just before their fingers touched— every heartbeat beyond the horizon stopped. Perfectly. Simultaneously. Not from fear. Not from danger. From anticipation. The stranger's peaceful expression changed for the very first time. Its eyes lifted toward something far beyond the countless waiting silhouettes. Something even they had not expected. When it spoke again... Its voice carried a note Emma had never heard before. Astonishment.