The Perfect Stranger Novel Novels & Stories

What is just odd is that her security did not intercede as they used to do every time a stranger come close to her. "Timeless" she thoughtfully whispers while caressing the word. The stranger gave her a puzzle she doesn't know where to start solving it. What did she get herself into? Belmont City is huge, where will she start? ****tbc****

JACQUELINE He was a man, this stranger I'd just ran straight into. He was dressed like every normal man, in a flannel shirt and faded jeans. His hair was brown and cut short, his eyes matched the colour of his hair—a dull brown. But murderers and rapists all looked normal, until they found a helpless woman to prey on. The moment our eyes met, I turned on my heel and bolted. I should’ve known something was off the second I heard that howl echoing through the trees like some paranormal shit.

As I am going through the drawer, I find a gun inside. Just the sight of the gun freezes me to the core. I quickly shut the drawer and look at the man sleeping so peacefully on the bed. I suddenly realize that... He's a stranger. A stranger I fell Inlove with... And I don't know if I know him anymore. I never knew he had a gun! Could he be a cold-blooded killer? Just like Karla suggested... No! I'm going through the shelf, trying to find something... Anything... Then a book suddenly tumbles on the ground loudly.

I mean, I was an amateur writer and I was just writing crap. Sweet Stranger is a book I wrote based on my real life love-tale. It dives into the life of a young woman, Carly, who fell insanely inlove for a sweet stranger, Ramsey, who turned out to be the enemy that murdered her father. Though the book receives a lot of backlash, I must say it is one of the books that has gotten mind-blowing recognition and gotten millions of reads on GoodNovel. I never expected that honestly. I hear a loud knock on the door.

I could tell all these without seeing her face. 'Anyone ever told you not to stare at strangers?' She turned towards me suddenly and I was too stunned to even look away. She'd skin, the color of caramel, brown eyes so deep, her noise a tad bit pointed and her pink lips in perfect arc. She looked too beautiful to be natural. How someone could look this effortlessly good with cornrows on their head was beyond me. And she looked strangely familiar too and judging from her picture on the magazine, I concluded that she must be a model I've seen on I*******m.

No matter what Xavier said, this still didn't feel like home and I was not about to walk through someone else's house with just a towel on. As I crept down the stairs though I realized there wasn't anyone even in the house. Well, that's what I thought anyway. I froze as I stepped into the kitchen. Lounging across one of the gray armchairs in the living room was a man I'd never met, reading a very old book. I recognized him—he was the one fighting the head warrior the other day. I felt panic spark in my chest, this man brutally beat the strongest warrior in the pack and I was alone with him.

Laughing at a meme that Logan had sent me, I didn’t notice the stranger passing me until he dropped a piece of paper on my table. I looked up and tried to call out the stranger, but he already left the cafe in a hurry and I heard the bell sound of the closing door. I frowned in confusion before examining the paper closely. Maybe it slipped off from him. Guess he was in a hurry. What if it’s some important paper for him. As my curiosity increased, I unfolded the paper and skimmed along the lines, only to freeze on the spot. ‘Knock Knock, Open the door for your foe and be ready.’ ------------------------------------------------------- -N & S (Middlebencherzz)

Taylor was hunched over what was left of her laptop, trying to salvage pieces of data through sparks and static. We were all breathing. We were all alive, and that was surprising. So why did it feel like something was missing? I stared at the blood, still dripping from the pipe in my hands. My voice above barely a whisper. “It’s over.” No one answered. And then— “On the contrary.” The new voice slid into the silence like a blade. Smooth, deliberate. Too calm. Every head snapped up. From the broken doorway, a man stepped into the light. Tall. Dressed in a dark coat that looked untouched by the fight around us. His hair was streaked silver at the temples, his eyes sharp, cold, and intelligent.

She had not gotten a chance to go to the female barracks and Gwen thought that was for the best. And so, with her things, she was driven all the way to 375 Borne Avenue, Boreon, Naudis. She told the captain that she would be fine walking, but he didn’t listen. Not wanting her to be questioned because of her uniform and even detained if possible. Poeple from Naudis were not allowed to help or support Estril, so she could get in serious trouble if she was found out. “Is this it?” he asked, stopping in front of the familiar coral house. It looked exactly like how she last saw it.

Well, plenty of them had come after Vegas, but this one,this one wasn't supposed to be sitting in his hands. The cover read: Sensational Devotion. My stomach dropped. Of all the books he could've picked... He picked that one. The one I'd spent months pretending wasn't inspired by a certain masked stranger who had completely derailed my life. My fingers tightened around the pen. Please tell me that's a coincidence. His mismatched eyes watched me carefully. Too carefully. Almost like he was waiting for a reaction. Which immediately made me suspicious. Because normal readers didn't stare at authors like that.