Two Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

Although the steaming hot coffee in a ceramic mug tells me he is here somewhere, so I walk back to the lounge and sit back comfortably on the L-shape sofa. The glass door opened, and the voices of two people emerging from the office made me crane my neck. At first look, I thought I saw Natalie Portman wearing a classic blue and white striped sleeveless and slim fit dress, with an elegant matching stilleto. She flips her wavy brown hair as she faces the man who follows her. My mouth half opens as I see Blake following her. He was looking majestic in his business suit. I almost did not recognize him. “Come here, handsome guy, let me strangle you,” she says, laughing sweetly as she places her h

I just knew she was the key to everything. I found myself excited for the first time in awhile. To celebrate, I wanted to fuck a stranger, someone who didn’t look like Tiffany or Julia. I found a nice red head sitting alone at the bar and I introduced myself. “I’m Travis.” I gave her a wide smile. She looked me up and down before softly grinning, “Beth.” She didn’t smell quite human, but I couldn’t place the scent, however it didn’t matter, it was only for one night. She wasn’t thinking about what she was either so I couldn’t figure it out from reading her mind.

“Okay, I’m sorry if I sound like I don’t believe you, but I saw with my own two eyes how close and happy they are together. They even had a small ‘scene’ inside the elevator, and the witnesses couldn’t shut up about it to their friends. They were so loud that eavesdropping on them was a breeze. Please, bro, just think about what I said, OK?” “Noted, Bren. I’ll take your suggestion under consideration,” the mysterious stranger huffed as he ended the phone call. It was his way of saying that he’ll completely ignore what he just heard. * * * Meanwhile, the couple mentioned by these two mysterious strangers were currently and happily spending their last few hours under the covers of the Beta’s b

"We do this wrong, we don't walk out." Lena's gaze met his. "Then we don't make mistakes." The clock ticked away. Four hours, three, two. Then it was time. They stepped into the night, heading toward Pier 17. The docks stretched out before them—rows of piled-up shipping containers, faint security lights throwing long shadows. Kane's men were everywhere. Armed, alert. Evelyn exhaled. "Looks like a small army." Lena crouched behind a crate. "Then we take them apart."

It is an upgrade from the shelter that was my home for the past four months. We are at the entrance when a tall rough looking guy on a grey suit comes out of a car parked right at the entrance approaches us. It’s as if he was waiting for us, or more like her. “The newlyweds. I guess congratulations are in order,” he smirks with a scowl before scanning me from head to toe with his murderous eyes. It’s only been a minute, yet I already hate him. Amari does not respond but continues to push my wheelchair forward.

It was like staring at a perfect reflection, one man mirroring the other. Please like, comment and follow. Xx

The sky was a perfect, cloudless, clear blue. Victor and Dynasty sat and listened to the sound of the waves crashing just over the banks. The only other sound was an occasional vehicle passing by here and there. It was truly a quiet little spot on the outskirts of Miami—a perfect hideaway that would offer the two of them the freedom to just be normal lovers.

It wasn't long after their encounter that Carlos returned to Ivy, dancing to the tune of Trey Songz ‘Neighbors know my name,’ blaring through the speakers. Ivy pretended not to notice his presence. She danced, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music. She ran her hands down her body, from her chest to her thighs, her movements sensual and inviting. Carlos could look away, smitten by her beauty. Suddenly, she turned to him, beckoning with her index finger. Carlos' feet felt heavy at first as he was too captivated by her, but slowly, he approached her. As soon as he was within reach, Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his in a sensual embrace, guiding their move