Strangers Chapter 2 소설 & 이야기

Lyra frowned. Who are you? The voice laughed. You forgot one thing. The star exploded. A figure descended. And when his feet touched the ground... Kael went completely pale. Because the stranger looked exactly like him. But this time... he was holding a newborn baby. End of Chapter 114

Everything stopped. The Stranger offered a sad, fragile smile. It was a hopeful expression—the look of a man who had waited in the dark for a very, very long time. "Hello," he murmured softly. Ava stared at him, her chest heaving as she remained motionless for several seconds. Then, hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her lashes. Across the globe, the entire human race watched in absolute confusion as Ava took a deliberate step forward, reached out, and pulled the Stranger into a tight, fierce hug.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

Even twice as dangerous as he might be. "Alright, I understand. Let's just take care of each other. You don't touch me. I will never mess with you either. "Jaxter nodded then he stood up and quickly walked away which allowed Samuel to finally breathe once the door closed. He felt the air around him being taken away just because this man was here. Strangling him without even touching his neck... Jaxter walked past the two people guarding the door, but he gave one of them a momentary glance that made him instantly nervous. The two looked at each other, feeling a menacing horror at the man who was slowly disappearing into view.

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

WARNING!! There is a 20% brutal scene in this chapter. NALANI It seems like I'm in another situation now that I don't know when it started. I don't know why there had to be two men holding me left and right with the crowd—it seemed we were in a field and in the middle of it was a stage where a man had his neck placed below the blade that was also placed on the upper part of the frame.

Strangers with Benefits . Chapter 50: home abuse is an ongoing thing . They pull into a moderately sized family home- well kept and expensive-looking, much larger than Ivan’s own. There are no other cars in the driveway. Opening his own door, Nathan gives the boy a smile and cooes, "Follow me, baby," which in itself makes him unable to follow the directions. This almost proves to be true when he finally does step out of the car, and the pain in his head is so overbearing that he has to lean against the car for support; Nathan spots this quickly and comes rushing to his side, holding him up by the waist.

The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully. His gaze stops on me. And something inside my chest reacts instantly. The connection network flares. Bright. Violent. He notices. His head tilts slightly. “Primary anomaly confirmed.” Dylan moves closer to me instantly. “What do you want?” The stranger turns his gaze toward Dylan. For a moment— The air between them grows unbearably tense. “You are the second anchor,” the stranger says. Dylan doesn’t flinch. “Try again.” The stranger blinks slowly.

Her breath caught. It had been a long time. Too long. And it shouldn’t be this. Not to the sound of a stranger’s voice. Not to someone she hadn’t spoken to. Not to someone she couldn’t trust. But her body didn’t care about any of that. When she came, it was quiet. Shallow. Shameful. The kind that left a sting behind her eyelids. She didn’t sleep again. The next day was warm. The kind of dry heat that stuck to the skin and made clothes feel too tight.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.