Strange Encounter Romane & Geschichten

“I am not good at recalling things or recognizing people that I saw just once but I couldn’t be more right about that stranger. “I can recognize his voice even while asleep and his face that has given me sleepless nights for years.” “I was late for the interview and just when I was approaching the elevator, some freak ran into me and poured coffee on me. Thankfully, only my blazer got stained. And that was when his voice came through. He was probably related to the person who poured coffee on me because he was asking her what was going on.” “I thought I heard wrong; thought I was probably dreaming until I turned around and looked at him. It was him. The bastard said that we spent the night t

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

"I remember I was hit by someone, a girl, at the back of my head. I didn't see her face clearly. Then I was caught in a similar factory that I was in today. But I managed to escape." "And then" Ashley asked. "Who was the one behind the kidnapping? And the fire?" Ashley added. "I dunno. I just ran. I remember it was a man behind but I was not able to see his face....." Knock knock! Arien was interrupted by the knock at the door. "Miss Collen, is Miss Jenner okay now? Director told me to ask if she is fine or we should call a doctor?" "Oh yeah! How I forgot you're not well Arien!" Ashley suddenly remembered. "I'm such a a forgetful person"

He poured his hot liquids inside me, intensifying the pleasure even more! He remained above me, breathing heavily, his member still was inside me. After a few minutes, he lay beside me and hugged me tightly. I couldn't explain it, but I felt secure. His arms felt like the safest place to be. "Goodnight, Baby." he whispered to my ear. "gowdnayt shu." I replied lazily. I felt a kiss on my forehead. I smiled and everything turned black as I lose my consciousness. But really... Who was this stranger I made love with?

What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed? I said silently to myself, I lift the duvet up again and NOPE! I wasn't dreaming, we were completely naked. This can't be good I have sex with a stranger, my sister is gonna kill me for not coming home. I can't seems to remember anything from lastnight. I slowly pulled his hands off me. I scooped up my clothes and rushed in the bathroom that was adjoining to the room. I freshen up myself and put on my clothes then walked back out seeing the stranger up and smirking at me. "You're up wild lady?" He said smirking

Something is definitely fishy somewhere. But what could it be? Was their accident caused by someone? Someone bumped into me and I came back from my thoughts immediately. “Sorry” He quickly apologizes and made to walk away but stop to look at me again. “Reid” “Flora” We both call simultaneously. “Oh my goodness. It's really you Reid” I squealed and run to his embrace. We hugged for a short while before disengaging. “How have you been and what are you doing here?” He asked cheerfully.

The bell above the door tinkled as she entered, greeted by the rich scent of old books and the soft murmur of pages turning. There, among the shelves lined with stories waiting to be explored, Marvis encountered Julian. His eyes, like the well-worn pages of the novels surrounding them, held a depth that piqued her curiosity. Engaged in conversation, they explored the labyrinth of literature, exchanging thoughts on life, dreams, and the shared pursuit of reinvention. Julian, a master storyteller with an eloquent charm, revealed fragments of his journey—a narrative woven with mystery and resilience. As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow w

The echoes of their retreat reverberated, leaving I alone in the aftermath of the arcane encounter. Amidst the shadows, I stood, my chest heaving with exertion. The realization settled over me — strange things transpired in the human realm, unseen by the oblivious denizens above. The sewer, a gateway to the arcane, concealed secrets that defied the ordinary, and I, now a reluctant participant in the mystic ballet, ventured deeper into the enigmatic abyss.

He was approached by a young man with a familiar appearance. - Hello, Memorable! Recognize me? "Are you a weirdo?" - Me! Memorable and Oddball hugged each other warmly. To some extent, memorable was surprised to meet him, but to a greater extent, He guessed that he would see the Eccentric in the hospital. – I never thought I'd see you in the hospital." "The world is a strange thing! You never know what you'll see tomorrow! "I agree." It's time for the world to stop its show and close the curtain so we can go home.