Stranger Than Fiction Book Novels & Stories

Well, plenty of them had come after Vegas, but this one,this one wasn't supposed to be sitting in his hands. The cover read: Sensational Devotion. My stomach dropped. Of all the books he could've picked... He picked that one. The one I'd spent months pretending wasn't inspired by a certain masked stranger who had completely derailed my life. My fingers tightened around the pen. Please tell me that's a coincidence. His mismatched eyes watched me carefully. Too carefully. Almost like he was waiting for a reaction. Which immediately made me suspicious. Because normal readers didn't stare at authors like that.

Faith’s POV I leave the café with my half-full cup of caramel goodness and decide to take a little detour to the park. I find a quiet spot under a tree and settle in with my book, The House Beyond The Gate. The warm coffee in my hand, the occasional rustle of the leaves... it should be peaceful, right? Instead, my mind refuses to cooperate. I take a sip, letting the sweetness settle in my chest, and sigh. Who was that stranger?

Why was it so different with this stranger he had never met before? He could no longer hold back the surge of desire rising within him, and he felt his manhood awaken with fierce intensity. He wanted her more than he could explain. “Please… stop. This shouldn’t be happening. I don’t even know you!” he protested again, struggling to control the overwhelming urge burning inside him. He fought with every ounce of his strength to resist, yet the woman was the one leading him into temptation. Good God, he thought, don’t let my knees give in to what she is doing.

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.

Its leather cover was worn, and its pages yellowed with time. As I flipped through the journal, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The entries were penned in a familiar hand, recounting moments from my past that had long been buried in the recesses of my mind. And then, I stumbled upon a passage that sent shivers down my spine. It spoke of a stranger, a kindred spirit, who had shared fleeting moments of connection with me in the past. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the revelation. Was this stranger from my past the same mysterious figure who now stalked me? And if so, what was their purpose? What did they hope to achieve by re-entering my life?

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?

The scarf was on the hook. And the stranger who had stayed was standing beside him in the kitchen in the October evening, cooking dinner in the warm ordinary extraordinary inhabited life that they had chosen and were choosing and would continue to choose, one attended day at a time. The door had been left open four years ago on a rainy night. Neither of them had closed it. They never would. End of Chapter One Hundred

Once, they returned to the same room three times—only to find it had aged a hundred years by the third visit. And then they found the stranger. A woman with no scent. No aura. No memory. She was reading a book that didn’t exist. When the Fifth blinked, she was gone. But the chair she sat in was still warm. Mia’s POV The stranger appeared to me too. In a hallway outside the map room. Her back turned, her dress shimmering like ash and stars. I spoke. “Who are you?” She didn’t answer. She just turned slightly. Not enough to show her face.

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace. His deep raspy voice heightened the feeling and I trembled as the waves of heat and light washed over me. His voice lingered in my mind. I couldn’t think straight but I was sure this was not because of the alcohol. I was captivated by him, craving only him. The stranger watched me as he removed his fingers and I arched my back from the sensation. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to complete, yet wanted me broken at the same time.