Perfect Stranger Novels & Stories

As the last song blends into a new one, I sneak another glance at the couple, my right fist involuntarily clenching when I see Piper playing with the hair at the nape of Max's neck. "You know," a stranger's hot breath suddenly tickles my ear, "if you're secretly hoping to make someone like Max Blackwell notice that you're jealous, you're honestly just wasting your time, sweetheart." I turn to see some random blonde guy I've never seen before, at least not on campus. "Who said anything about being jealous? I'm just waiting to see when the itching powder I sprinkled over his boxers will kick in," I lie, hoping the stranger will buy it. Judging by the look on his face, though, it doesn't seem l

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.

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

“Come here girly girly girly. I can smell you. Mmm, I can smell you alright. You smell like Alpha. You smell like a very strong Alpha.” Oh crap, Dominica was slightly offended by the fact that her 3,000 dollar perfume wasn't recognized, instead this Stranger described that she smelt of Fenris... That Egotistical Dog who had the audacity to scold her because of one of his past mistresses. "Hey missy"The strangers voice rings out and it was deep, grave, and had that thin lining of insanity around its edges. If this beast knew how to climb a tree, then she’s fucked!

"Sorry, but I can't read it." "Why not?" "I'm dyslexic," I state as if it should be obvious. Because it should be if teachers actually read about their students. Which he didn't. So that answers my question. "Miss Miracle, please do not lie," Mr. Asshole sighs again, clearly annoyed. He sure likes sighing. Before I can make a smart ass comment, Isaac steps in. Thank goodness, my brother, I love you! Not really. But like, thank you. "Mr. Prescott, she really is dyslexic. If you took time to read up on your students like you should, then maybe you would know that." So Mr. Prescott is his name. Nah, I like Mr. Asshole better.

Tomi started to argue but I cut her short. “I am not asking you to tell me what she is and isn’t, I am asking you to respect her.” I reaffirmed my earlier statement and stared at Tomi to show her that I was not going to back down. “Why?” Tomi asked me as I stared at her. ”Why her? What’s so special about that girl?” She is the only one that makes me forget sometimes about you. Well, I really couldn’t tell her that so I went for the next best thing. “Stella is special, she makes my mind go blank and makes me want to be the perfect person alive for her.”

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

the stranger said, looking directly at me. “Yes.” It wasn’t a question. Ryan stepped forward defensively. “This is Silverpine territory.” “Territory,” the stranger replied calmly, “is a small word.” He took another step closer. The air thickened and Ryan’s aura flared. The stranger’s didn’t, he didn’t need to. His eyes never left mine and for half a second, something shifted in his composure. His breath caught. Barely, but I saw it, personal. “Step aside,” he told Ryan.

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System. In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted. After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied. So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them. Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras. “Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.