The Comfort Of Strangers Novel Novels & Stories

I am not comfortable with compliments from strangers. "Shall we?" he asked as he offered his arm. I sighed and took his arm. Might as well go on with it. There's no use in saying no now cause it'll be just a waste of time. I just hate it when strangers look at me. For some reason, I'm not comfortable with others staring at me except my mate. His attention is all that I crave. I miss him already but he's so far away. I sighed heavily.

Alex's blood turned to ice. The stranger stood calmly beside the charging station. Smiling. Patient. Confident. Far too confident. People moved around them without paying attention. Passengers boarded buses. Vendors shouted prices. Bus conductors called destinations. The noise should have been comforting. Instead, it made Alex feel isolated. Trapped. The stranger lowered himself into the empty seat opposite him. "Relax." Alex's heart hammered. "I don't know you." The man chuckled.

He tried to resist, tried to ask more questions, but she leaned in and kissed him - slow and sure, full of affection. His resistance faded. They went inside the apartment. It was warm and welcoming, a place that felt like rest. Kelvin walked through the rooms. “This is too kind,” he said. “I want you to feel safe.” Clarita hugged him from behind. He turned to her and kissed her. “I just need you to warn up this new apartment,” she breathed, her teeth grazing his skin. “Fill me up. Now.” Their clothes shed. Clarita eased him gently into the cushions and knelt between his legs. Her hand was warm when she wrapped it around his dick, [my little stubborn man,] she thought, smiling as he grew hard

"You okay?" I shook my head honestly this time. "No." The truth came out smaller than I intended. Nick leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. "You’re safe." The certainty in his tone should not have comforted me as much as it did. But somehow it still reached through the panic. "I hate this," I admitted quietly. "I feel like my entire life belongs to strangers now." Nick’s jaw tightened again. "It shouldn’t." "But it does." Neither of us argued after that because we both knew I was right. The waiting room stayed mostly quiet around us. Rain tapped softly against the windows while nurses moved through the halls carrying paperwork and coffee cups.

I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue. “Good?” she asked, leaning on the counter, her breasts resting on her folded arms. “Amazing,” I mumbled through another bite. “Best thing I’ve eaten in days.” She laughed softly, a rich, throaty sound. “You’re the clothed stranger everyone’s talking about. The researcher who refuses to take his clothes off.” I swallowed, feeling my face heat. “It’s… normal where I come from.” She tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “Normal doesn’t mean comfortable. Or right.”

Forcing a smile, she stammered, "Johnny… what are you doing here? I… I just thought since it's almost New Year, I'd stop by to see my parents after finishing my work…" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "Then why are you here in this neighborhood? And why did that man just call him 'Dad'?" I narrowed my eyes, studying the man in front of me. Something about him felt familiar. A fragment of memory surfaced— He had been at our wedding. Back then, he'd stared at my wife with a lingering, almost obsessive gaze that had made me deeply uncomfortable. But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him.

As we passed through the greatest streets that led to our inn, the noise, of the coaches, the hurry, the crowds of foot passengers, in short, the new scenery of the shops and houses, at once pleased and amazed me. But guess at my mortification and surprise when we came to the inn, and our things were landed and delivered to us, when my fellow traveller and protectress, Esther Davis, who had used me with the utmost tenderness during the journey, and prepared me by no preceedings signs for the stunning blow I was to receive, when I say, my only dependence and friend, in this strange place, all of a sudden assumed a strange and cool air towards me, as if she dreaded my becoming a burden to her.

Emma Grey It had been a week since I last met him. The events from last time had since played like a broken record in my head and it was the only thing that could help me feel safe at this moment. ‘I am Nathan. Nathan Black.’ His gravelly calm tone had my heart fluttering, aching to hear more. Sadly, happiness only lasted not long after I woke up on Lina's couch. How can a stranger give me so much comfort? The securities he unconsciously provided to me that night made me crave for it again. The warmth he had sent had comforted my entire being; and how I wished I could feel it again right now.

"I'm still trying to piece together what happened last night and how I ended up here." The stranger seemed uninterested in answering her questions; instead, he chose to focus on her well-being. He examined her face with a look of concern, taking in her fragile appearance with a discerning eye. "How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his gaze flickering between her and the bed. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked in his oversized t-shirt, "I had the maid change your clothes. I'll retrieve them from the laundry before you leave." Chloe's hair fell across her face in a tousled mess. With a gentle sweep of her hand, she brushed the stray locks aside, revealing the full beauty of her

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.