The Stranger In The Lifeboat A Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood transfixed at that point staring at them, wide-eyed. I had only seen a naked woman once in my life and that was when I mistakenly barged into my mum's room. So basically the only naked woman I had seen was my mum. I was shivering as I stared at those strippers doing lots of dirty moves. I could hear people screaming 'Ella'. There was a particular stripper who was at the front so I deemed she was the Ella people were calling. She was very beautiful with a killer curvy shape. Her moves were salacious and lascivious. She had a very beautiful body and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?” He was about to refute that when he caught the glimpse of Almothean gesturing him to say yes “O-oh Y-yes? Yes! I’m his man that’s why I stop coming in here. Because I already have a partner” “Told you. Now, scram.” Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave.

I looked like a dream. But inside? I was a mess. A week ago I had been on a yacht in Mexico, shaking my ass in a thong, partying loudly with lots of tequila… and bad decisions. Yes, ending up in bed with this hot stranger I had been grinding on all night and having him do unspeakable and ridiculously pleasurable things to my body definitely counted as bad decisions.

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

“If he is alive, he is running from the same authorities who tried to sink us. He is no longer our concern.” A low hum of an engine echoed from the docks ahead, and an old fisherman in a faded canvas apron stepped out from behind a woodpile, stopping dead in his tracks as he caught sight of two soaking wet strangers walking up from the jagged shore. “You folks look like you had a rough turn out on the bay,” the old man called out, his voice rough and suspicious as he gripped a heavy wooden scaling knife. “Where is your boat?”

The young man leaped to his feet, fury in his voice as he said, "Spare me the act. You enslave our people and then play the saint?" The stranger did not lose his composure. He just shook his index finger and said, "I'm not here to argue. You've got two choices: die or dive into the ocean and swim for it." The old man could not sit still after hearing that, raising his voice. "This is Wyverna territory! How could you be so bold?" "Wrong. We've been in international waters for the past minute." The stranger replied with a wicked grin, then turned serious and pulled out his phone to start a timer. "I'm on a tight schedule. You've got five minutes to decide!"

The night wind moved through the balcony slowly, carrying the scent of rain and distant pine forests. I took another drag from my cigarette. “She’s not dead,” I said quietly. The words came automatically now, like a ritual. Like if I repeated them enough times, they would become true. Reuben pulled out a chair and sat across from me heavily. “They were stranded in open water,” he said bluntly. “No boats nearby, no land nearby.” His eyes narrowed sharply. “You really think a woman that fragile could survive falling into the ocean?” My wolf growled softly at the word fragile.

She was so sad, so confused…she just wanted to curl up and die. She had never felt so alone. The person rowing the boat was not Blake, or Caleb, but a complete stranger, a gondola driver that she had found at the pier, who she’d hired to bring her back to Polly’s island. Luckily, Polly had given her money earlier in the night, in case anything happened.

His heart felt heavy and there was a kind of unspeakable bitterness in it. He continued to fry the fish. Outside, there came a series of strange horn sounds, which sounded particularly weird. Jasper turned off the stove and walked to the stern. Behind them, there was a cruise ship that was a little bigger than theirs. There were many people in white uniforms on it. There were a lot of people, all standing together in unison in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a man in white jumped off the ship. The people on the boat didn't move an inch. Seeing that the man was about to drown, Jasper didn't think much and threw the lifebuoy to the man who jumped off.