Strangers On A Train Novels & Stories

‎ ‎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.

I had dressed for the club, not for this sardine-can that's crawling uptown. When the train screeched to a stop, the doors slid open and the crowd surged in. I was pushed forward on a tide of elbows and briefcases, my four-inch heels skidding on the smooth floor. Someone’s umbrella hit my calf. A woman’s perfume, something floral, clung to my nostrils. Then the doors slid with a hiss, and the train took off, pinning me chest-to-back against a stranger.

“THE STRANGER ON THE TRAIN” CHAPTER 51 AMARA The train station at midnight smells like rust and bad decisions. I clutched my duffel bag until the strap bit into my palm, the worn fabric digging into my skin. The ticket machine blinked at me, asking for a destination. And I stared at it like it held all the answers I'd been searching for. I punched in the farthest city on the list… somewhere I've never been, where no one knew my name and definitely not somewhere the ghost of my engagement ring could find me.

What's even better is that the lights don't just play with black and white because they come in different colors. When the wagon started moving I felt excitement. I flinched suddenly as a large and deep voice rang out inside the wagon. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!” This was followed by loud laughter and applause from the people who were with us here. I was so shocked by Liam that I didn't react immediately. It turned to the people to cling to the bar, but when he saw the window of the wagon where I could see that we were on the high side, it only shouted even louder.

Her heart melted when she saw a young bald cancer patient- an eight year old child in a patient gown, sitting and sulking on a wheelchair as he was being pushed into a ward by her sister. "Scusatemi! State arrivando!!! (*Excuse me! You're on our way!!)" A griefed voice growled behind her and she moved and turned to see what was happening. She saw some personnels,. pushing a stretcher with a covered person on it. The late patient who was covered with a white blanket got involved in an accident and died as a result of an unsuccessful surgery. Two siblings grieved as they held the moving stretcher, running after it and calling after their dad but unfortunately, he's not on earth anymore and wil

She was in the train reserved for women, there were strictly no men allowed inside except for train marshals who guarded the doors. A song from A Rocket to the Moon was playing and Luna was back minding her own business. She checked the time and stashed her phone back to her pocket. Three more stations and she'll finally reach her destination. Luna stared at the passing cars and buildings through the window as the train continued to run. The punk rock song reached the other woman's ears which to her, sounded familiar. When the call ended, she fixated on recalling the cognizant beat. Her brown eyes dilated in delight when she realized that it was her favorite song. She glanced at the indiffer

The train was coming into the station and it was time to find out. When the train stopped, the six friends sat huddled in the last car. From their vantage point, they could see all the people exiting, dragging suitcases and children off the platform. Confusion ensued as people bustled this way and that bumping into each other like a pinball game. Luca raised one finger as he watched a blur enter the train. Aquina sucked in air as if holding her breath would somehow help. Luca raised a second finger, then a third as he watched what the others could not see. When the number of trespassers was more than he could count on his fingers, he gave the signal.

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 16: The Real Issue . The table was completely silent as they sat in the crowded fast food place at their usual table, a four seat booth by the window. Usually, the four friends would have been bickering about their food preferences or some trendy show they all watched, laughing over the music of the restaurant and draining the patience of the other customers. But today was different for two reasons. Firstly because of the fifth addition to the team, sitting at the end of the table, facing the window, who was being glared down by the kid sitting to his right and secondly because of the cloud of gloom that floated around the one on

He told me Rowena was just an old friend, nothing more. However, I never imagined they were actually promised to each other. I forced the memory out of my mind and turned to leave quietly—only to be stopped by a waiter. "Excuse me, miss. Are you with this group?" Everyone in the room turned to look at the door. My cheeks burned, but I kept my cool. "I just got here. What's going on?" Jim looked startled, but when he heard I’d only just arrived, his shoulders relaxed. His friends hurried out to smooth things over.

Chapter 2: Between the Carriages The stranger slammed into me with one deep, powerful thrust, burying his thick cock to the hilt inside my soaked pussy. I gasped sharply, my hands pressed flat against the cool glass of the train window as the intense stretch burned so good. He was big — thick and long, filling me completely in a single stroke, the head of his cock pressing right against that perfect deep spot. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled against my ear, his body pressed flush against my back. “This little pussy is gripping a stranger’s cock so greedily on a midnight train. You love the risk, don’t you, sweetheart? Anyone could walk through those doors any second.”