Strangers Stories Novels & Stories

Her little boy, their son Mike, walked into the living room. “Mom, when is daddy coming home?” The five-year-old asked. “Your dad has traveled, and he won’t be back soon,” Patra replied, brushing his hair with her fingers. “Go meet grandma,” she said, pointing to Benita. But Mike simply turned and walked back to the room, a poor little boy uneasy with his mother’s reaction and with Dolph’s hand on her waist. Meanwhile, Kelvin’s blood still stained the streets somewhere in Boston… But in Patra’s house, there was laughter, kissing, and even wedding talk. Everything was happening so fast, in just two days.

After all, we're just strangers, and I'm sure he doesn't even remember me since he saw me for just a few seconds. "Cerulean, welcome back." Al said as he waved at somebody behind me. I turned around, and there he was, the guy with flickering colors. We locked eyes for a moment, but he immediately looked away and proceeded to go behind the counter. "Well, that means my shift is over." Al said as he took his apron off and smiled. "Should we get going?"

everything about the book was perfect. If Jasmine would run around calling random people her babies, Ryder would claim book characters as her babies, and this young man with the nickname "Midnight" given by the media, was one of the first characters to be claimed as her precious baby. Even though Ryder had felt hesitant about giving the stranger a name from a book, even worse, that of a "psychopath", she couldn't help but think that this situation and that of the book were somewhat similar. She thought the stranger most likely hadn't read that book. This thought was mostly based on her belief that not many males read books. This belief was a result of many years of reading books and getting

“We had been moving from club to club when we somehow found ourselves at this house party. I noticed you standing outside the gents when I was on the way to the ladies with my best friend Megan and I made the mistake of commenting on your looks. “Instead of heading to the loo to take care of our business she nudged me into chatting you up and wouldn’t let me go until I talked to you. So, I approached you and you turned out to be very receptive. After chatting for close to thirty minutes, I learnt you were Zambian and that automatically sealed the deal for me. “I figured, if I was going to have crazy wild angry sex, or revenge sex…whatever you choose to call it, wouldn’t it be more fun if it

Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger. "Ano bang title?" ay letche! "'Yung stranger!" malakas kong sigaw na ikina-lingon saamin ng halos lahat. "Shuta ka! kahiya kang kasama!" nakita kong tumingin siya sa paligid at agad na pinamulahan ng mukha. "Pero gustong-gusto naman akong kasama," mahinang parinig ko sa kaniya. Nakita kong umirap lang siya at hinila na lang ako pataas. Gumagawa kami nang eskandalo dito!

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

The man from the hallway. The red-eyed stranger. His lips curved into a smile. “There she is.” Adrian moved in front of me. “You're not taking her.” The stranger's smile widened. “We don't intend to take her yet.” Adrian's eyes narrowed. “Then why are you here?” The stranger looked past him. Straight at me. “To see if the stories were true.” My wrist began to burn. I gasped. The silver crescent flared. The stranger smiled. “They are.”

“People are getting on.” My heart raced as the doors opened and a few late-night passengers stepped into the next car. He kept fucking me the entire time with slow, controlled strokes while strangers were just feet away. I came again, trembling in his arms as he filled me with a second load. When the train started moving again, he finally pulled out, his cum running down my thighs. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered: “Next stop is mine. You’re getting off with me.” --- The train doors opened at the next stop. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. The stranger’s thick cum was still leaking down my inner thighs, soaking the inside of my dress as I tried to compose myself

Aria asked. “I know, I was surprised as well, he has never gone that far with a stranger, I know he has tried to force himself on you a few times in his drunk state, but at least you were his fiancée which makes it better. But a stranger? Come on! I am so disappointed that I was born from the same womb as him, how can he treat a lady that way?” Rebecca rambled in anger.

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.