Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

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.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

He started, trying to make his voice loud. I was barely able to hear him due to the loud music and cheering audience. “Thank you, to whatever you said.” I said also trying to make myself loud. He laughed. “Can I get your number?” He asked as he brought out his phone. “I don't give out my number to strangers.” I replied. “Please, pretty.” He added, smiling He looked like he wasn't going to give up until I gave it to him and I had no option than to. “Thank you," he said. I’m Romeo.”

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.

Things between Aleena Dawson and me were at their worst the year she pushed me down a flight of stairs. She blamed me for the death of her first love, and I hated her for never loving me. So, I got back at her by sabotaging a project she'd spent six months on. By then, everyone was convinced we'd spend the rest of our lives making each other miserable. For a while, I thought so too. But three years later, I was diagnosed with cancer, and suddenly, I didn't have it in me to fight her anymore. I stopped caring about what she did or who she was with. When she brought her assistant home for the night, I looked away. When she snuck out after midnight to meet a male escort, I practically chee

Looking at what I’d done on the floor in front of me, I felt useless and disgusted. I cleaned up and sat there a long time afterward, staring at nothing, and thought that whatever Serena Sterling actually was — a stranger, a doppelgänger, a lie wearing my wife’s face — she’d already gotten further under my skin in three weeks than anyone had managed in four years. I didn’t know if that terrified me more, or the fact that some sick part of me didn’t want it to stop.

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.

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.

But I just put my leg in when I heard the sound of a loud slap. When I looked outside, I saw Esther's head tilted, being pointed by a gothic woman who looked like her. I cursed, "Fuck!" What's the problem? I quickly put on my pants and when I pulled up the zipper I decided to go out right away. I can hear their conversation, they mention someone named Max who is said to be missing.