Perfect Strangers Amazon Novels & Stories

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

I asked bewildered. "You are turning me into a really corny man, you are really a bad distraction, love." He said with a smirk on his face. "Well, If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have discovered this side of you. So I'm not a bad distraction." I retorted. "Right, you are not a bad distraction... You are my perfect distraction." ******

Lena hesitated for only a moment before unlocking the door and turning the handle. A man stood on the porch. Tall, dark clothing - a Stranger. A chill ran down her spine. "Mrs. Calloway?" His voice was low, smooth, calculated. Lena forced herself to nod. "Yes?" The man smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Sorry about the hour. But I think you've been trying to reach someone." She became uneasy. Behind her, she heard the faint creak of the floorboards. It was Ethan. He was waiting there.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

I’m impatient to know what Shane's condition is now. After two hours of waiting I receive A call from an unknown caller, “Hello.” “Miss Roxy Santillian, we know that by now you already know what our business is all about.” “Damn it! How’s my girlfriend? Can I talk to her? I want to hear her voice.” I said while trembling in anger. Someone spoke to me in the familiar voice of a woman, “Roxy babe, do you miss me?” I clenched my fist as I heard her speak like that, “Amber! Don’t you dare lay your finger on my girlfriend!”

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

KENNA I woke up alone the next morning to bright sunlight glaring at me and my body tangled between the sheets. Memories of what I did last night came crashing down on me like a heavy wave. I had sex with a stranger. And not only that, but he didn't use protection. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself in a murmur. I was incredibly careless last night. What if I got pregnant? No way, that couldn't happen. Not in a million years would it ever be possible for me to get pregnant from a one-night stand. I was just worried about nothing.

Just as he was about to give up, the beautiful black attendant from the day before spoke up, breaking the silence. “I do recall seeing her. I took her order yesterday.” She said, and Dylan’s face lit up with hope. “But,” she continued, “we only keep records of customers who ordered takeout. Online customers.” Dylan’s heart sank on hearing that. Without her name or any details, finding her was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

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.

"It's just a thought. If you're serious about this investor, marriage might be the way in. Think about it." "Marriage for a club membership? That's extreme, Wilson. I need to find another way, a real solution.....I can't afford to marry a stranger and go through what I went through with Ethan all over " "But what if you don't marry a stranger? "