The Stranger In Seat 8b Novels & Stories

Noah ordered quietly. The security officer restarted the recording, and the figure moved down the hallway once again. The camera angle was poor, with the person's face hidden beneath a cap, but the movements were unmistakable. The stranger stopped outside Room 814, checked both directions, and then slipped inside. My fingers tightened around Noah's hand. “That was before me,” I whispered. “I know,” he replied, his voice calm but carrying a deep anger that wasn't directed at me. It was anger at everything that had been done to us.

I just wanted the elevator to go up already so I could make it to Jaxon Carrington on time for my pitch. I really needed this. The elevator still wasn’t moving. More people were piling in. “Ma’am, make some more room,” a portly man beside me grumbled. I resisted—but got shoved back violently. I was pressed directly into him, the biker stranger. I closed my eyes, praying for patience. “What’s the holdup? It’s so cramped here!” another passenger complained. I slowly tilted my head down—and froze. My backside was pressed solidly against the fly of his creased pants. From the corner of my eye, I caught his hand flexing in his pocket, brushing dangerously close to me.

I thought he would like that, and no one deserved to sit near him, especially not me. Seconds later, I saw him settling into his seat. Giving me a final confused look, he sat down. For a moment, I thought he would question me. Meanwhile, a stranger took the seat next to me. A handsome stranger, intimidating, with blue eyes, well-groomed black hair, and an extremely broad chest, dressed in a dark blue suit. "Good morning!" He offered me a beautiful smile, which I returned. "Good morning!" The plane took off a few minutes later. It was a long flight, but at least it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

And as promised, I didn't say a word after that. He kept driving and called someone. " Adam Wilson, speaking...I will be there in three hours...... Yes, the flight was delayed a bit because of the bad weather..... I need a solution to that problem, immediately. " He said. I put the earphones in my ear and was lost in the melodious voice of my favourite singer. " Excuse me!! Will you please get up, I am already getting late." Someone shook my arm. I opened my eyes and was shocked to realise that I had slipped into slumber in the presence of a real stranger.

At that moment, I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck me. When did Samuel start colluding with Raymond? On top of that, they seemed to be on fairly good terms. I decided to sneak closer and listen to what they were talking about. As I stepped forward, I accidentally bumped into a piece of exercise equipment next to me. It set off a sharp clattering sound. Both Samuel and Raymond turned to me in unison. I jumped in fright. However, it was too late to turn around and leave.

Melissa unbuckled Ryan from the car seat, carried him out of the car, and hugged him tightly. The little boy instantly wrapped his arms around his mother's neck as she held onto him possessively. Melissa shut the door to the back seat and made her way to the door of the driver's seat where she stood and watched what was going on from afar. She could see one of the strangers talking on the phone, so she assumed he was talking to the cops or the ambulance while the other person was trying to open the door to the driver's seat. The front bumper was damaged and there was a bit of smoke coming out of the car.

💦Mile High Filthy Stranger💦 “Excuse me… is this seat taken?” I looked up from my phone and nearly forgot how to breathe. The man standing in the aisle was tall and muscular, with a cocky Latino charm that screamed trouble. Felix. At least that’s what his boarding pass said when he showed it to the flight attendant. “No,” I replied, my voice coming out breathier than I intended. “It’s yours.” The red-eye flight from Chicago to New York was half empty, yet he chose the seat right next to me in business class. I was already stressed from a long week of fashion buying meetings, wearing a tight black pencil skirt and silk blouse that showed just enough cleavage.

I dropped my body onto the cool seats, the leather bit and nipped at my bare legs. “Signorina, would you like a glass?” The attendant asked me, holding a tray of champagne flutes. The bubble fizzed invitingly at me and I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity for free alcohol. “Thank you.” I replied but she didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixated on another figure in the cabin. A deadly one that I had previously had the pleasure of bumping into. The attendant bit her lip as the dangerous stranger approached, taking a seat diagonally opposite to me.

The train conductor came by, “Excuse me ma’am, this seat is taken.” “I’m sorry, I don’t understand?” I said confused as I searched for my phone to show him my ticket. The stranger next to me had his out and ready. As the conductor scanned the strangers ticket he said, “You will have to move to an empty seat ma’am.” “But, here, I have my ticket,” I showed him the phone with the barcode to scan. I could feel the train taking off. He said, “You see these chips up here,” he pointed above the seats to a strip of metal, I could see green and yellow chips all lined up and down the aisle. I peeked my head up over my seat and saw two red chips.

Spending the evening among strangers didn’t thrill me, but it was still the lesser evil. The only available seat was in the front row. Without hesitation, I sank into it, mentally preparing myself for the three long hours ahead. Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain shot through my hand. I jerked, but my arm felt pinned to the armrest. My gaze dropped first to a large male hand gripping mine with unsettling force—and only then did I lift my eyes to the stranger beside me. ***