Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

my ! Khlea’s heart become troubled, very disturbed that she had to stand. That’s not possible. She concluded and hung the call up. He trusted Jack with her life and loved him deeply. It can’t be possible that Jack will be cheating on her with Joan. He hated so much Joan when she broke with him and went to America after their college graduation. Khlea has not heard of her coming home to the New York .That’s not just possible. And Joan must just came home from America. She shook her head trying not to believe that, Perhaps, Joan had just decided to suddenly turn herself into a villain in their relationship but sadly, that would not work.

When Romeo and Mark try to find out where Jake is in that remote village, they have to find related information about several residents who live there. Otherwise, how could they possibly find out where Jake was right now? “Unfortunately, that guy is good at finding loopholes to escape!” said Romeo, Mark, and also Eros who was among them.

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!

Nobody relaxed either. The stranger stopped beside Lucas. The two men stared at each other. No greeting. No warmth. Just history. A lot of history. Finally the newcomer spoke. "You disappeared." Lucas shrugged. "I needed time." "You've had over twenty years." Lucas smiled faintly. "I needed more." The stranger looked unimpressed. Then turned toward Grayson. Everything changed. Savannah felt it immediately. Recognition. Shock. Wonder. Like seeing a ghost. The stranger whispered something in a language nobody understood.

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.

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

I am a good distance away from home, and I am with a stranger. "Are you okay, Clara?" he asks me with a confused look on his face. The last thing I see is the stranger shaking me to wake up and the terrified look in his eyes before everything goes black and silent.

The Stranger For one terrifying second— nobody moved. God. Not Adrian. Fair. Not Elena. Reasonable. Not Lily. God. Because Peanut was standing beside a stranger. Fair. A complete stranger. Reasonable honestly. And she looked happy. God. Perfectly happy. Fair. Which somehow made everything worse. Reasonable. Then Adrian crossed the distance. God. Immediately. Fair. Not running. Reasonable. Not walking. God. Something in between. Fair. The speed of a father who had spent the last fifteen minutes imagining every nightmare possible.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."