Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

I gasped as he staggered back, groaning. “Keep your hands off what’s mine, or I’ll cut them off,” the stranger snarled, his tone harsh and authoritative. My pulse quickened, heat pooling in my core. Summoning courage, I stepped between them. “Leave him be! He hasn’t done anything!” I said firmly. He turned to me, his gaze softening. “Sorry, I scared you, darling.” He reached out, but I pushed him away. His electric touch left my skin buzzing for more, but the ordeal sent a surge of dread spiralling through me, its grip a cold embrace.

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."

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

Elara’s fists trembled violently and the words from the stranger echoed in her mind silently. Pierced through her heart. She tightened the marriage certificate until the paper crumpled in her hands. …. She felt a sharp pain in her chest. Bryan….. She said softly, she whispered with a shaking voice. What kind of a heartless man is he? Suddenly her phone beeped. She slowly looked through her phone screen in fear. “Unknown number”... Elara you are very far from the truth…

My parents never let me spend my summer or winter breaks in the city where they worked, even when I offered to go there and look after them. I thought they were just worried about me. Dad said eight people shared a single factory dorm room, and even using the bathroom meant waiting in line. Mom said they worked twelve-hour rotating shifts on the assembly line. Sometimes, she and Dad barely had time to eat. Afraid of being a burden, I eventually stopped asking. The year I finished high school, I used the money I'd been saving for ages to buy a train ticket. I wanted to surprise them. I waited six hours at a diner across from their shop before I finally saw them. They were holding hands