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He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

He threw the alcohol down his throat in one toss, the warm liquid sliding down his gut and overflowing the burning sensation. He watched the stranger do the same from his peripheral vision. “You look like you have a lot on your mind.” Jeremy said nothing, staring into his empty shot glass. “How about you air it out, stranger to stranger?” The stranger continued, forcing Jeremy to slowly lift his head. “Whatever it is.” Jeremy scoffed, signaling for another shot. “And why would I air my worries out to a stranger?” The hazel-eyed man shrugged. “For the same reason,” he replied, his lips curling off in the hint of a smile. “Because I am a stranger, who knows nothing about you.”

The stranger. He’s here

“Don’t answer him. Don’t give him your voice; if you do…you’ll never be free.” Camela trembled, caught between the boy's silence, the stranger's demands, and Vincent's fading call. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “I…I don’t know what’s true anymore.” The boy dropped the letters, and they scattered across the clearing like dead leaves. “They have no stamps, no names, and no address. They never reach anyone. That’s the truth.” The stranger’s grip on her face grew stronger. “There is no last day, Camela. You either live now or you don't live at all. Make your choice.”

How stupid was I to think I was proving my point to a man who had been watching me for years, only to show up the moment I chose to disobey his fucked-up rules? My legs felt shaky as I pulled them closer, hugging my knees, finding myself screaming in my thoughts. I gently pulled Cuddles into my arms, squeezing the soft, plump teddy as tears streaked down my cheeks. He's a stranger. A psychopath, probably. A man whose face is always covered with a mask. And the first man who left my entire soul itching for his touch, a dangerous sin that my pathetic body had decided to burn only for. "Fuck... your life is fucked up, Kam," I cursed through gritted teeth. "Everything is..." A low cry erupted fr

“There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke Laila He handed me a brown envelope. I flipped through the pages of the contract. I saw that I should live with him or have bodyguards around me at all times. "qué diablos es Alessandro. ¿Tienes un deseo de muerte?" (what the hell is this Alessandro. Do you have a death wish?.) I glared at him, This is absurd, what kind of person makes a deal like this?

the man said smiling. “Young man, what’s your name?” the stranger asked. “My name is Arafat Amin Musa but you can call me Ara for short,” Ara replied. “Okay Ara, it’s late but somehow you found a way to break into my house and invaded the privacy of the place I consider most sacred to me. So one way or the other you owe me a valid explanation,” the man said to Ara who remained silent because he didn’t know how to explain the situation to the stranger before him. How was he to explain the nature of his visit to this strange place inhabited by this weird man? “Okay kid, you can tell me how you got here when the only door in the lab is the one beside the chalkboard I’ve been working on for the

The position leaves her completely exposed: ass high, cunt dripping visibly down the insides of her thighs, every inch of her reflected back at her from a thousand angles. The stranger lifts the two remotes Lucien surrendered moments ago. He thumbs both toys to level ten at the same instant. Camille screams. The sound ricochets off the mirrors and comes back to her from every direction, raw and endless. Lucien’s knuckles go white around the stem of the wineglass. A muscle jumps in his cheek. He does not move. The stranger walks around to stand in front of her face. He unzips his trousers with deliberate calm and frees his cock, already fully hard. He paints a glistening stripe of precome acr

You were in love with the control, with your own laughable ego. "Sadly, you killed that Cedric four years ago." Jennifer froze, her tears mingling with the rain, the taste as bitter as her regret. "Now, I'm Melanie's husband, Noelle's father." I turned to Melanie, who had been quietly holding my hand all this time. "Melanie gave me respect, trust, and a real home. Things you could never offer." Melanie lifted her hand, placing a jacket warmed from her touch around my shoulders. Then, she gave an icy stare to the pitiful figure outside.