Stranger In The Night Book Novels & Stories

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

Friend: "Relax, you were both consenting adults. Just enjoy the moment and don't overthink it." Jessica: "I don't even know how to contact him. What if I'm pregnant or something?" Friend: "Don't worry, you can take a pregnancy test in a few weeks. And as for him, it was just a one-night stand. You don't need to contact him if you don't want to." Jessica: "I guess you're right. I just hope I don't regret this later." Chapter 1 (continued): As Jessica was getting ready to leave the hotel room the next morning, the man she had spent the night with sat up in bed and looked at her with a smile.

Blaine keeps on massaging his sore back cause by falling down earlier “The chief wanted me to check upon you. He said that you’ll probably stayed awake last night reviewing the documents” “Oh. But I didn’t got anything. I still didn’t find any clue regarding the Phantom Night” Phantom of the Night. Sihan City's most infamous murderer. He started murdering people six months ago, which is also when I started working as a detective in this city. There have already been ten murders since he began his killing spree. We never learn anything about his crimes because he don't have a killing pattern. His first target is a man in his twenties, the second is an elderly woman, the third is a high school

“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.”

emma was so grateful for the stranger who helped her but all the more anxiety rushed in her system as she faced the door. She gave a small knock before she entered the office, and her breath hitched, she knew as soon as she saw him, that this was him, this was her mystery man, her perfect stranger and the man she had a one night stand with. Her thoughts were cut short by his raspy voice that came out in a harsh tone “ who are you?” He asked coldly, “ you may not remember me, but I’m from Magenta’s club, we met that night, ”

Yes, they could be close, but for starters it was better to be safe. "Alright. You're right. Because I am too." The man who was once known as a neighborhood thug was also desperately trying to cover up that image of himself. Arthur patted the shoulder of the person who once wanted to hit him but now turned into his close friend. They soon entered and waved goodbye as the helicopter took to the air. Hayle gasped in shock, awakened from her deliciously deep sleep by the riotous movement going on above her bed. "Hah! Kyaa! Jax!" shouted Hayle who didn't even have time to catch her breath. Seeing how the horrible picture before her eyes.

One stupid, reckless night with a stranger. A stranger who might’ve killed two people right in front of her. What the hell was wrong with her? She clenched her fists in her lap. No more thinking about it. No more thinking about him. About Andrea. About Sara. Especially not Sara. The taxi smelled like cheap air freshener and the faint trace of cigarette smoke. A song was playing in the cab and she was trying to tune out the spinning in her head when her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She frowned. Her fingers hovered over the screen. Should she answer?

It happened on a Friday night. I knew everything about him, his strength and his weakness. I knew what pills he took, what liquor he couldn't resist, and most importantly, where he stored his cash. So that night when he returned from whatever illegal activity he was out doing, I put on the sexiest lingerie I had and put on a show I knew he couldn't resist. And of course he couldn't. He wasted no time running his shaky hands all over my body. “Easy baby,” I said in a sexy voice placing an index finger on his lips. “Let's not rush. How about a drink to spice things up?” I asked with a wink.

Chapter 2: THE HOT STRANGER WATCHES ME GET FINGERED AND THEN DESTROYS MY PUSSY WHILE HIS COCK IS INCHES FROM MY FACE My eyes are locked on the stranger’s thick, veiny cock as he strokes it slowly under the blanket. The girl between us — still nameless, still devastatingly beautiful — notices him too. A wicked little smile curves her lips against my breast.