Two Perfect Strangers Novels & Stories

“Come on. I know the perfect way to cheer you up back at my place.” “Let her go,” a voice said from behind them. Both men turned. A stranger stood a few steps away. He was tall and built like a linebacker. He glared at the two men as he walked over. The first man snorted. “Mind your business.” “She already refused your offer,” the stranger said. “Let her go.” The second man stepped toward him. “And who the hell are you?”

I needed to contact Count Vlad, but the bastard was ignoring our calls. Intending to try calling tomorrow, I went to bed. ◼◼◼ Third Person’s POV “Are we moving?” the stranger asked. “Yes, we are. No one has followed us,” another stranger said. “Very well, leave,” the stranger said as he stood up and walked to the window. “So are we ready then? I see people moving,” someone else said from the door of the room. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop hiking like that, Roman?” the stranger said.

She was like a temptation that suddenly, the image of the woman in the cafeteria appeared in his mind. Nothing? Is that why you are always acting like a fool? You always seem to be thinking about something. You suddenly smile at yourself as if you remember something very special. Then you kiss me as if you are not kissing me. That was it! Those are the signs that Spring Solitaire has given to men who are already busy with another woman. Those are the ones in her book! ” Double f+ck! Is he smiling alone? Damn it! The image of the beautiful woman really gives him a strange joy and excitement. Her red lips and tender eyes suddenly grew round and big and eventually turned tender again. E

Strangers is a bit more of a stretch, but I am surviving. As I am released from the women, “Come in ladies; how was your drive over?” the Luna asks Jenna. “It was perfect. A fabulous day for a drive,” she says as she takes my hand and drags me along with her and the other two ladies. I smile at her enthusiasm. It is hard not to get caught up in it.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

The sound of shattering glass cut through the private lounge, silencing the laughter and noise instantly. Embarrassed, Lewis Carter, the man who had demanded a kiss sneered darkly. "Ethan Graves, what’s this? You get a kiss, but I don’t? What, is Victoria your wife or something?" Victoria Hale glanced at Ethan with pleading, pitiful eyes. The air grew so tense that everyone seemed to hold their breath. After all, everyone knew that Ethan Graves was long since married and famously henpecked.

“ Look, all I am saying is, I’d rather try to fix what can’t be fixed than watch you break.” Silence stretched, thick with everything we weren’t saying. Bonding over the fact that the same blood ran through our veins, even though it was not entirely the same. Almost like I had imagined it, the sound of deliberate footsteps broke the moment. The clacking sound of heels connecting with the marbled floor made my chest tighten aggressively. It felt like heels on stone. The smell of the familiar cold perfume drifted through the peaceful air, poisoning the once sweet smell with it’s venom. I didn’t exactly need to turn to know who it was.

Sheila, who fell on the floor when Clara pushed her into the clinic asked in a trembling tone, her body still shaking from fear as she peered into Clara’s eyes. Clara peered back at Sheila after her question and swallowed hard as it felt like she had a lump in her throat. She just saw Hamilton heading for the clinic as she was locking the windows and knew that he was coming after them. This may probably be their last night here, she thought and unconsciously knelt down beside Sheila, spreading her arms around her to give her a hug. Hamilton stopped abruptly as he caught sight of a man approaching the clinic from another direction. He is not one of his men, he could tell as he smelt different

A friend, someone Adam can trust before he realizes he has already opened the wrong door. Daniel starts the engine. His eyes remain on the photograph for one final second. Then he quietly says, "Let's see how desperate you really are." He drives away.