Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

When Spencer Greene returned home, he carried the scent of an unfamiliar perfume and a faint lipstick mark on the collar of his white shirt. He smiled indulgently as he sent a voice message on his phone. “Oh, you. Be good.” I was sitting on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, his smile disappeared, and his voice grew cold. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” “Look.” I nodded toward the television. On the HD screen, more than ten reporters surrounded me and pushed their black microphones toward my face.

I repeated that sentence in my head rolling my eyes. Srisha and Sanskrit were sweet and polite. I liked them instantly. I asked them if they would like to have breakfast and they said they already had breakfast with Ratna but the Devil refused to eat. Refused? but why? They seemed so in love with each other. I sat with them for like 10 minutes and already got to know how much they loved each other. They were not like those couples who were always over each other but the kind of couple who admire each other and you do too.

I fell in love with him when he was Jack. Although, I honestly don't know if I ever really knew who “Jack” was. The doctors say his condition is rare. Therapy might help, but there's no guarantee he’d ever fully recover. I only knew a few things to be absolutely true about him. He was the last living member of an old and incredibly wealthy family called "Weston," he lived alone in a humongous mansion hidden in the Canadian wilderness, he had an incredibly rare mental illness that made him believe he was a different person nearly every day, and I was hopelessly in love with him.

Aria asked. “I know, I was surprised as well, he has never gone that far with a stranger, I know he has tried to force himself on you a few times in his drunk state, but at least you were his fiancée which makes it better. But a stranger? Come on! I am so disappointed that I was born from the same womb as him, how can he treat a lady that way?” Rebecca rambled in anger.

In frustration, he runs his hand through his hair. “Because,” I said, raising my voice as well. “I can't share my past with a stranger, Logan. I simply CANNOT.” His eyes were filled with anguish as a flash of pain flashed through them. “Do you regard me as a stranger as well?” That's why you're hesitant to say anything to me?” I shake my head immediately. “Of course NO. You’re not a stranger Log. It’s that its-” I swallowed heavily. “It-s what, Karolia?” I took a deep breath.

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.

“Okay, I’m sorry if I sound like I don’t believe you, but I saw with my own two eyes how close and happy they are together. They even had a small ‘scene’ inside the elevator, and the witnesses couldn’t shut up about it to their friends. They were so loud that eavesdropping on them was a breeze. Please, bro, just think about what I said, OK?” “Noted, Bren. I’ll take your suggestion under consideration,” the mysterious stranger huffed as he ended the phone call. It was his way of saying that he’ll completely ignore what he just heard. * * * Meanwhile, the couple mentioned by these two mysterious strangers were currently and happily spending their last few hours under the covers of the Beta’s b

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)

Still, I made a promise to myself that no one was allowed to enter and sleep in the room except me, and Tara was the first and the last woman who was allowed to use my space. Suddenly, I wasn’t in the mood for her game. How can I make love with Sadie when I think of Tara. She had successfully opened the zipper of my pants when my smartphone rang. I almost said, ‘Thanks, God!’ but instead, I faked cursing as I groped on my phone in my pocket. “Seriously, Blake?” She crawled to me and attempted to steal it from me, but I had already swiped the call, not even seeing who the caller was.

"You want to come again?" The stranger hesitated a bit, then shyly nodded. Ryder was bewildered, even a bit scared, but she couldn't sense any danger or ill intent coming from the young man. "Why?" A sigh flurried past his pink lips and the stranger bit the tip of his thumb again. "I like talking to you." "I..." "We have never talked to each other before... it's... it's nice." "I still don't know your name though. It feels a bit weird for me."