Stranger Than Fiction Book Novels & Stories

The letter reminds me of a legend my mom always narrated to me before sleeping. Long ago, my ancestors travelled through the depths of time seeking survival from the fangs of dangers an aging world brings them. They sought for shelter that would protect them from blazing heat that pierces through their bodies – the world was too big to search for purpose. Once in a night, the M’ri stumbled upon a mountain reaching the depths of the stars. It was high enough to see how far they’ve gone, looking from its top as they gaze to the line that separates the land and the air. They sat circling around a bonfire, singing for their great feat that defied through time.

I was still amazed, absorbed in the many fish that were swimming calmly outside, I was so absorbed that I did not notice, that the boys had stopped talking and joking with each other, their awkward silence made me uncomfortable and I turned towards them, they all looked in the direction of the door. I did the same as the rest and my people, my soul escaped from my body, I felt that my legs were failing me and that I lost all the color in my face, but not before of course that enigmatic and strange event that surrounded me whenever Andrew He was close to me, the world was in super slow motion, his eyes were fixed on me, with the coldest and most intimidating expression that no one had ever gi

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

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.

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously

She blinked, disoriented, her heart still racing. But the fact that she was only dreaming was not all she woke up to discover. The moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of something impossible. Items in her room-books, a lamp, even her slippers-were hanging in the air, suspended as if by invisible strings. They hovered there for a moment, defying gravity, before crashing to the ground with a loud thud the moment she realized what was happening. The sound startled her, but also confirmed they were not her imagination. Joan's mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. At that moment, a knock echoed, startling her yet again. She climbed off the bed and moved to open the door, only to fi

Samuel looked at Raymond’s silhouette before saying, “Ray, you mean? He’s an officer in our school’s logistics department. We’ve met a few times before. He offered to take me out for a meal, so we chatted for a bit.” I did not expect Samuel and Raymond to actually know each other. What an incredible coincidence. The stranger whom I met in the park actually worked at our school. “Fiona, did you come to see me because you’ve made up your mind? Are we going to the hotel tonight?” Samuel’s words pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I had originally summoned my courage to tell him the truth. However, at that moment, I hesitated. Samuel knew Raymond. Moreover, he seemed to have a good relations

He already had a bad opinion about her from the very start… and until now. Nah! She seems to be going crazy to think of some kind of nonsense. Why is she acting like that? She should be avoiding him because he is a man. And men were no good for her. Especially now that she knows her defenses are weak when it comes to strangers. It was enough that she fantasized about him. She was inspired enough and have done with her novel. It is enough that he was just inside her imagination, and she felt the feelings she wants to feel every time she thinks about him.

’ With that, she’d swept away, leaving Elliot with a wrung-out mind, a wrung-out cock and a prepublication copy of a racy new novel still stuffed in his jacket pocket. A few minutes later, he was sitting at the bar with a fresh beer before him which her lingering flavour on his lips made him reluctant to lift up and drink. With the vague feeling that he’d spent the last half hour ina ‘trip’ at least twice as exotic as its contents, he took out the pristine, unhandled book and thumbed it open at page one. As he began to read, his hands shook, his flushed face drained to dead white, and his penis — unbelievably - swelled up to a new and even harder and more aching erection... Was truth strange

4. PREYE We walked back to the room after dinner, the campus lights casting long shadows on the path. My body was still buzzing from that shower orgasm and everything that happened with Lisa earlier. Her creamy cum, the way she licked her fingers clean without shame, the flirty shit at the table,it all stuck in my head like a dirty movie on repeat. I’m straight, I kept telling myself. Big cocks, rough hands, getting tied up and fucked senseless. But Lisa’s hungry stares were doing something weird to my pussy, making it tingle even now.