The Perfect Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

Also, Sandy forgave him and even gave him a pack of cookies in return. Soon, it was time for Austin to return home. I had been sleeping in the master bedroom that night when all of a sudden, a pair of hands shot out toward my neck in the dark and strangled me. Austin's angry voice immediately sounded in my ear. "How did you get in, Rosanna Lacewin? Did you finally manage to hack into the code? Have I never warned you to stay away from my bedroom?" I recognized Austin at once, so I quickly delivered a slap to his face. The slap was loud and clear.

"I'll be back at noon for lunch. Prepare us something this time," he said. I sighed as the door shut behind him. I sank on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The texts were becoming something else, Levi was acting weird, and the house was feeling weirder. But, hey, at least I'm getting $1,000 a month. Another text came in, not from the anonymous texter, not from Levi or Nightshade but a totally different number. “Atticus is alive.”

I stood frozen, the cold plastic of the keycard digging into my palm. Under the streetlight, I felt more alone than ever. Just as I was about to leave, a bloody hand grabbed my wrist. Nico yanked me into the shadows of a nearby alley. My lonely expression vanished. My face went cold. He looked nervously toward the mouth of the alley, making sure no one had followed. He spit a glob of blood onto the pavement, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. The pained expression on his face vanished. In its place was a calmness—and a deep affection—I had never seen before.

He lay flat on his back where the stranger had left him, his legs still trembling from the dual assault of the man's fingers and mouth, his thighs slick with the cooling, wet remainder of their shared undoing. Beside him, the mattress groaned. The stranger hadn't stood up to dress yet. He remained hovering in the dark, his broad, hot chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged intervals against Elias’s shoulder. The scent of raw cedar, river rain, and rich, unlit tobacco was thick on his skin—a signature so distinct it felt like an explicit clue, a corporate cipher waiting to be decoded. Elias turned his head slightly, his swollen lips parting against the damp silk. "You said it was time."

A matte-black bespoke suit set off his cold, upright frame, strands of silver-gray hair falling over his brow, his features aloof and severe, the whole of him wrapped in the distance and indifference of a man at the very top. His deep-set eyes settled heavily on me, filled with impatience, something tangled I couldn't name, and a flicker of hesitation that was gone in an instant. "Layla." His voice was low and cold, weighted with the pressure of a man looking down from above. "Where have you been these three years?" I froze for a beat, then couldn't help the sneer. "What's this? Is Don Perrone hoping to catch up on old times?" Eli drew a deep breath, looking utterly helpless.

She took a deep breath coming to a determination. Her feet automatically took forward steps without waiting for the command of her brain by receiving the advice of her heart. She doesn't know what Ira's character is, or what's the reason behind her attitude and rudeness. But her one act of kindness is completely different from the words which she is projecting. Whatever it is, she is quite mysterious but she is her stranger. Her Mysterious Stranger. AT THE GRAND SEVEN STAR HOTEL :

. This definitely doesn't look good.I wipe my sweaty palms on a napkin, get up and walks over to where they stand. When I get there Rea turns and gives me a grin. "Oh you're here, I guess you've finally decided to give him the number yourself". I freeze, I was definitely not expecting this. She hands me the piece of paper. "Okay, I'll be at our table waiting for you alright". She gives me a hug and whispers. "Best of luck". I couldn't even get a word out and she leaves. I actually wish for the ground to open up and do it's 'thing'. "Hi". A soft masculine voice calls out to me. I look at him. Damnit, how is it possible that he's hotter than before. I drink in his masculine features for the

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

Unnoticed, forgotten. Ethan stirred awake. Sunlight spilled across the suite, and he reached for a glass of water. His eyes caught the necklace. The delicate gold chain. Heart-shaped pendant. He held it like a treasure, something precious, priceless, the weight of it heavy in his palm. A strange smile crossed his lips. Even without a name, even without a face, Ethan knew something had changed. That night, a thread had been tied between two strangers — a thread he would carry, unknowingly, for years to come.

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."