Strangers In Paradise Book Novels & Stories

I pressed the accelerator down completely and the Land Cruiser surged forward into the deepening evening and the road ran straight ahead of us toward a town neither of us had ever heard of before two minutes ago, where a man named Coleman was unlocking his door and turning on his lights and waiting for two women he didn’t know, because someone who loved Amaya had asked him to. The kindness of strangers.The absolute, extraordinary, unearned kindness of strangers. I felt it move through me like something warm and I did not cry because I needed my eyes clear and my hands steady, but I noted it, filed it somewhere important, promised myself I would feel it fully later when later was available.

‎ ‎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.

“At least, the ones that have appeared so far. Refer to this any time a new one appears to you. Feel free to edit and add to this book as needed, his personalities are people and, therefore, are constantly growing and changing. If you encounter a new persona not listed in this book, then give the new man a brief interview and add a page for him. I have organized the book by the frequency of their appearances. Any questions?" All I could do was stare. It was enormous. Jack mentioned that three personalities appeared most frequently, but there had to be over fifty different pages in this book. Did he really have so many personalities? How could I keep them all straight? Thomas must have seen t

Instead of picking the book, he didn't move and instead even before I could blink, his lips landed on mine shocking the hell out of me. What the hell! I tried to struggle but he deepened the kiss and slowly I melted and began kissing him back, my arms hanging around his neck and his hand wrapped around my waist pulling me closer. " Marvy? " We were interrupted and he let go of me immediately and I immediately turned to Anita. " Hey " I said nervously. Tyler only took the book that was dropped to the floor and sat on his seat while Anita kept giving me confused look and looks that reads "you have to explain"

Book two for Theirs is now published on this site under the named US, soon the books will be joined and made into one novel but for now, they are separate books. I just want to thank you guys for the continuous support and I hope you enjoy the book. . . SNEAK PEAK Cassidy's POV "Starr," I called out softly, my body pressed against her office wall as she continued to leave wet kisses along my neck. "Sshh," she silenced as she began undoing my jeans.

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

"Stay. Just for a while. I don't want to be alone yet." We sit on my balcony as the sun sets, watching the city light up. He tells me about buildings he's designed. I tell him about my favorite books. We don't talk about Bryan. We don't talk about last night. We just exist together, and it's the most peaceful I've felt in years. When he finally leaves, he kisses my forehead. "Sleep well, Elara." "You too." Alone on the balcony, I watch the stars appear one by one. Something unfurls in my chest. Something warm and terrifying and new.

I cried the rest of the night. As I packed the rest my stuff, the vacation house felt so different. It didn't have the inviting warmth and fun atmosphere that it had when Ryan was here; or the intimacy that I felt here alone with Alec. It just felt cold, empty, and impersonal. I couldn't believe that after all of this, after everything that has happened, I was leaving paradise feeling more broken and humiliated than when I arrived. It was a long, depressing flight back, but I finally made my way up the stairs and back to my familiar apartment.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited for the stranger to arrive. Finally, I heard the commotion of footsteps approaching my room. The door swung open, and there stood the stranger, his eyes filled with a kind and determined resolve. He extended a hand towards me, and without hesitation, I took it, feeling a rush of newfound strength and hope. The stranger had come to rescue me from Tristan, and I knew that my prayers had been answered. With his help, I would finally break free from this nightmare and find the salvation I had so desperately sought, for I was no longer alone in my struggle for freedom.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."