Novel & Cerita Stranger Than Fan Fiction

The rest of the night was a blur. Her leading me up to my room. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. Me stumbling to my bed, my breath racing, heart pumping. Needy and desperate for someone's touch. For a release. Finding a man in my bed. Kissing him. Having sex with him. Oh God. I swallowed as the memory came slamming back to me and I sat up quickly, finding my clothes and putting them back on. I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation.

Ellthan ignored him, brought Aiora's two hands over his own head up the body of his little wife casually ignoring Aiora who struggled to try to escape. "What are you doing. Ell release me." Shrieked Aiora avoiding Ellthan's kiss. "Of course making grandchildren for my parents." Ellthan replied casually making Aiora look at him in disbelief. "YOU'RE CRAZY ELLL!" Shouts Aiora but is ignored by Ellthan who is busy kissing Aiora's neck. That night, in the midst of the silence of the night in a luxury apartment room, there was a sound of sighs and groans of two human beings who were melting into one, undergoing God's destiny which made them sometimes become close or vice versa.

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile. "What? What Egg—" "That's what I called my readers, duh!" A soft laugh made its way from my mouth as I jokingly punched the stranger in his left arm. "And why would you call your readers Egg Cells?" "You don't like it? Does the fandom named 'Cums' really sound better?" I held my chin and ignored him choking on his own saliva. Good thing he regained himself and slowly faced my direction. "You're weird." Oh, coming from a man who dressed like he was from Hueco Mundo.

Confusion and disbelief tangled inside me like two hands trying to pull me in different directions. I clicked on one of the reposts. A stranger had written a full paragraph not a line, not a compliment, a paragraph, about how the story made them cry, how it made them call their sister, how they had never felt so seen by a fictional character. I blinked. Slowly. Like if I blinked too fast the words would disappear. Another repost. Someone tagged their best friend. Read this now. It is you in book form. Then another. Someone wrote, This is the next big thing in contemporary storytelling.

Aria asked. “I know, I was surprised as well, he has never gone that far with a stranger, I know he has tried to force himself on you a few times in his drunk state, but at least you were his fiancée which makes it better. But a stranger? Come on! I am so disappointed that I was born from the same womb as him, how can he treat a lady that way?” Rebecca rambled in anger.

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.

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