Stranger In Moscow Lyrics Novels & Stories

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

She stood drenched in the rain, her sobs tearing through the storm. "Back then, I was just so jealous... Seeing those texts, I lost it... I couldn't stand the thought of losing you! Cedric, I'm begging you, just one more chance! I don't need anything else; all I need is you!" The driver gave me an uneasy glance. "Mr. Lowell, this..." I let out a weary sigh. "Pull over." The window rolled down slowly. Jennifer's eyes lit up with wild joy when she saw me, and she reached desperately for my hand.

"Oatmeal." He sent back a smiling emoji. "Got it. Simple oatmeal without any extras." I placed the phone facedown on the tray table and stared out the window as the city I had spent 30 years of my life in began to blur past. Goodbye. By the time the train pulled into Solvane, night had fallen. Hector was waiting for me right outside the exit gate, holding a cup of warm milk tea. "Drink something warm first," he said gently. I followed him silently, and he didn't press me for conversation.

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

, Myra spoke as she walked toward Mia. Mia smiled as she felt embarrassed. "Mia I hope what we spoke will be a secret between us.", Myra smiled. She didn't know why for the first time she opened up with a stranger who turned out to be a family. "I will keep it a secret.", Mia patted Myra's hand that was holding hers. Myra pulled Mia into a hug. "If I'm still his wife...then I guess we will have more chances to meet. I hope this strange friendship lasts longer.", Myra spoke as the door opened.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

Around us, the bar started filling in with stragglers—locals, a couple arguing over fish tacos, a woman with glitter in her hair and no shoes dancing alone near the jukebox. A new song started playing. Old. Scratchy. Something bluesy and aching. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. “I bet you grew up around places like this,” I said without looking at him. “Not really,” he replied. “Where then?” He shrugged. “Everywhere and nowhere.” I cracked an eye open. “That’s not vague at all.” “I didn’t say I’d give you the truth,” he said with a slow smile. “You’re the one who said we’re strangers.”

“Hm. I am jealous of him already.” I laughed softly as he pulled me gently toward the dance floor. And under the warm lights, surrounded by everybody we loved— Damon wrapped his arms around my waist while I rested my hands against his shoulders. Then slowly, we danced together peacefully. As two people who finally found home in each other. Believe me, now I know that no matter what happens in the future, as long as Damon is by my side… I'll always be happy. And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

My injuries were severe. … When I woke up in the hospital, I couldn't move a muscle. All I could do was lie there, listening to the low murmur of voices around me. As the healers bustled around the hospital room, their cheerful chatter filled the air. "Eden's so lucky. She's got nothing but a scratch, and Alpha Alan's acting like it's the end of the world!" "What on earth did Amy do to deserve this? She's seriously hurt, and her family hasn't even bothered to show up."

He nodded and halts his car. The place looks like a rural area. The blue lights brighten the outside as people chatter. Not much people but quite a normal amount of people. The distance has a fireplace with maybe couples who sits around it. The other side of the car park sits a guitarist who plays low and melodious music as he strums his guitar. "What are you thinking about?" He whispers so his lips gently pecks my neck. I smile and cross my arm as i watch the guitarist. "Just nothing. I'm just glad I'm here in Moscow.. with someone as kind as you" I flashed him a smile.