The Stranger Kindle Novels & Stories

Alas gasped and tried to push her away, but she pulled him right back. She kissed him deeply, tenderly, and with such longing — every touch spoke of love and a desperate need to be close. His knees felt weak, and he could not understand what was happening to him. A string of curses raced through his mind. He had been around many drunk women before, and some had even kissed him, yet never once had his body reacted this way. Why was it so different with this stranger he had never met before?

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

the stranger said quietly. "We knew this would happen eventually." "Not this soon." There was another long silence. Then the stranger tightened his grip around the phone. "What do you want me to do?" "Keep watching him for now." The stranger frowned. "And the girl?" This time, the silence was even longer. "Do not touch her." The stranger's eyes narrowed. "Why?" "Because if she is connected to his awakening, hurting her could make things much worse." The stranger slowly looked back at the estate, and for the first time that night, something like fear crossed his face.

I looked up, my tear-filled eyes meeting the gaze of a stranger—a kind face, weathered by time and etched with compassion. "Are you alright?" the stranger asked, concern, lacing their voice. "You seem lost and in need of help." I mustered the strength to speak, my voice shaky and raw. "I... I've been banished... betrayed... I have nowhere to go." The stranger's eyes softened, their empathy palpable. "Come with me," they said, extending a hand. "I have a small cabin nearby. You can find shelter and warmth for the night." With trembling limbs, I accepted the stranger's offer of kindness. Their touch was gentle as they helped me to my feet, guiding me through the darkness. Each step felt like a

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

Her breath caught. It had been a long time. Too long. And it shouldn’t be this. Not to the sound of a stranger’s voice. Not to someone she hadn’t spoken to. Not to someone she couldn’t trust. But her body didn’t care about any of that. When she came, it was quiet. Shallow. Shameful. The kind that left a sting behind her eyelids. She didn’t sleep again. The next day was warm. The kind of dry heat that stuck to the skin and made clothes feel too tight.

" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face. "Striscia! (*Strip!!)" She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra. "Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!" She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out. She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

the stranger raises his voice. “Better keep your voice low, this is an enchanted forest, your one little mistake will put you in grave danger.” the brunette states. “Let me in! I promise I won’t stay here for long.” the stranger begs. The brunette clutches her knuckle but lets him in with him. She keeps her posture erect and gazes hard on them. The stranger lays the baby on the bed and watches her snuggle while sleeping. A genuine smile erupts on his lips. The brunette watches them with water in her eyes but sniffs her nose to stop them coming out of the surface. The stranger notices the small action of the brunette.