The Comfort Of Strangers Novel Novels & Stories

And there’s something about him… In a flash I realize the warmth spreading up from where my hand still rests in here, the sense of comfort and safety, are very much like what I felt when I met Damien. I feel my eyes start to fill and wonder what on earth is wrong with me. But I can’t help it. I burst into tears, and the stranger draws me into his arms. So similar - and yet also different, somehow. It’s a deep and sudden sense of connections, but without the excitement and attraction I felt with Damien. It feels more like…home.

Elora's smile was the first to fade as she thought to herself, " it's happening again. Here you are being totally comfortable with a stranger. Why are you always comfortable with strangers? You should be wary of them" " Maybe it's because they don't know you're a human. If they knew they wouldn't be so nice for you to roll with them" she reasoned. " I'm not a wolf" she suddenly said, looking at him to see if her theory about strangers being nice to her because they assume she is a wolf would be proven correct. " I know. Your scent is pretty cool" he said stealing a glance at her before he just looked straight ahead. " Why'd you say that though"

I stayed at his back lifelessly but he was comfortable, he carried me like a feather and he was very careful. "You're safe with us okay?" The lady rubbed my hair gently and patted my back. We then walked. The two strangers engaged in a conversation that was more of an argument, but I was too lost to listen to their actual words, all I did was sniff and rubbed the tears that fell from my eyes. As I stayed at the back of this stranger, I felt like I was home, this was my second feeling of comfort, the first one was the same person I was running from now and who knows if I would run from these too eventually. I was sad my life is about to take a turn for the worse, I would keep wandering, being

‎ ‎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.

Confidence. The kind possessed by people accustomed to getting what they wanted. “And what makes you think that?” she asked. He glanced toward her untouched drink. “Because you’ve been staring at it for ten minutes.” To her surprise, she laughed. A genuine laugh. The first in months. The stranger smiled. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt comfortable around him. They talked. Not about names. Not about jobs. Not about the past. Just conversation. Simple. Easy. Unexpected. Hours passed before either noticed.

the stranger replied The doors opened Cold air rushed in Different from before Sharper Heavier Not forest anymore Something else Kai looked outside And froze. It wasn’t a road It wasn’t a safe place It was another facility Bigger Darker Hidden Lights low Guards everywhere Not like before These ones didn’t look confused Didn’t look rushed They looked ready Prepared Waiting Kai’s stomach dropped “No…” he whispered “No, no, no…” “This is not safe,” he said, turning back. “You said—” “I said what I needed to say,” the stranger cut in Kai shook his head “You’re taking him back.” “No” “Then what is this?!” The stranger stepped out of the vehicle Then looked back at him Eyes sharp “This is where th

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

The door slammed shut behind them. The second they were gone, my knees buckled. The stranger caught me before I hit the floor, one arm sliding around my waist like he’d done it a thousand times. Up close he smelled even better, pine and smoke and something dark that made me dizzy. His chest was warm, solid. Safe. “Hey. Breathe, little wolf.” His voice rumbled against my cheek. Jessica and Lori were both on their feet, staring like they’d seen ghosts. Lori found her voice first. “Okay, somebody explain what the hell just happened before I call the cops. Or animal control.”

I was taking the time to chat with her while Jem wasn’t arriving. She was terrified when he caressed her arm, so she quickly said goodbye to go to the comfort room. But of course, he could not stay in the comfort room forever, so she also returned to her spot to say goodbye. She still wants to stay at the bar to unwind and sneak a glimpse of the stranger. That man is always in her mind. And she can't do such a thing if Francis is around her. And to finish everything and get home, she completed the drink that Francis had ordered earlier. If it weren't just rudeness, she would drive him away from her. But she thought it would be better for her just to leave.

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.