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Tension permeated the air as we all turned to meet the stranger. The voice demanded, "Let her go, Dante," smooth and serene yet lethal. Dante's face contorted with fury. Who the heck do you suppose you are? But the stranger's reply was straightforward: no more words; just the lethal click of a revolver, ready for whatever next happened. And in that instant, what I understood about this struggle, about the people around me, broke apart. This was a fresh player. And what did they want with us? Before the person moved more into the low light, I hardly had time to absorb what was occurring. A towering black figure, their motions are shockingly quiet as they round Dante.

the stranger growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I—I didn’t—" the man stammered, but he didn’t get a chance to finish. The stranger moved so quickly that I barely saw it happen. One moment, the greasy-haired man was standing there, and the next, he was crumpled on the floor, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. The stranger turned back to me, extending a hand. "Come on." I stared at him, my heart pounding. "Why should I trust you?" His gaze softened, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something human in his eyes. "Because I’m the only chance you have right now."

The question came out in a hoarse whisper. He tilted his head, coming within inches of her face. "Then I'll keep looking at you like this, until you admit you've already crossed." His gaze held, and Camila felt the vertigo of the abyss opening before her. It was impossible to feign indifference. The stranger had stripped her defenses like someone breaking the seal on a bottle. The subway continued on its way, but inside, time had stopped.

Richardson's office, the man who would interview me. Upon arrival, I noticed an open space and then a desk where a young man was sitting, who looked at me and smiled as if encouraging me to approach, he greeted me. —Asier, right? —I nodded— Mr. Richardson is going to attend to you, he is answering a call—the words still didn't come out at all, I had to do something to wake up from my stupor and react or I would spend the shame of my life because of a perfect stranger .

He asked all of a sudden. " What?? N..no! " " Strange!! Have you read her latest book?" He asked but before I could say anything he started speaking again. " The girl loves the man who is her senior and neighbour. And the man is in love with his best friend. Oh, God!! You also thought that I was in love with Sid. So many similarities... " He said looking at me. I was still looking for the right words to tell him. But he was being Sherlock Holmes all of a sudden.

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.

Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her. Each short clip drove a blade straight into my chest. That same man had reposted a thread asking, "What's your greatest achievement so far?" In the comments, he'd written: "My greatest achievement is stealing a rich man's wife, putting a cuckold's horns on him, getting her to bear my son—and even making her abort his child. "That idiot still thinks he has a perfect, happy family. Every day, he works his ass off, full of motivation, earning money for the three of us.

‎ ‎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.

“Please—please, that’s enough—” He shrugged me off as if I were weightless. I stumbled, hit the bricks with my shoulder and bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste copper. The world narrowed to three sounds: the stranger’s wet panic, the scrape of shoes on grit, and the animal rhythm at the seam of his mouth where flesh gave. “I’m fine,” I said to the wall, to the lamps, to anything that might be listening. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” I wasn’t. The stranger’s movements went from wild to loose to nothing. His chin fell against his chest at a wrong angle. When the thing on my roof let go, the body slid down the wall and followed gravity to the ground as if it had never learned anything bette

“I love your mother. She loves me. That is not your choice. Your war is with yourself, not with me. Give yourself peace. Give yourself rest.” Jack smiled, cruel, as his composure fully broke. “You think words can save you?” he murmured. “I see exactly what you are. A small, hungry boy sniffing around my mother’s money. Her name. Her house. You didn’t fall in love - you attached yourself. A parasite in a fitted suit, sucking comfort and calling it destiny. And the worst part?” His smile sharpened. “You actually believe you belong.” Clarita stood up. “That is enough!”