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

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

Roman studied her, his expression unreadable. “You’re relentless,” he said finally. She looked up. “And you’re distracting.” He smirked, but it quickly faded. “I mean it. You don’t give up. Even when it’s easier to run.” “Maybe I’ve had enough of running,” she replied without thinking. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the case, Malone, Evelyn—all of it—fell away. He reached out, his fingers brushing across hers on the table. She didn’t pull back.

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

I offer and Leo smiles liking the idea. We both stand near the prison gate and decide the target. “Umm I think his left nipple would be perfect. Tyler would enjoy the feeling after all he was going to force Sara.” Leo states and I nod. We both stand for some brief moments trying to concentrate on our target and then simultaneously throw the needles and a loud cry pierces the air as Tyler howls. “Ohh see, we both got it right.” I point at the needles sticking in the nipple while ignoring the painful howls.

Amanda made a monologue while shaking her head. *** "I've warned you, someday you will get karma of what you've done. So, why are you begging me again?" "Look, this is a price you get for what you did!" The man returned to sipping the green tea that the waiter had just served. *** A perfect couple is creating by two imperfect people who don't want to give up building a relationship. ~BebbyShin~

"Not very sexy, I guess." His brow furrowed, then he shook his head and reached for her. He pulled her down beside him, propping his weight on his elbows beside her shoulder. "No, they're perfect." With an almost reverent touch, he brushed the hair from her forehead. "You're perfect. But I—" Again he frowned, seemingly unwilling to meet her eyes. She said nothing but waited for him to finish with his thought. "Other than last night, I haven't...been with a woman since Ginger."

Pari was dressed in a short silver sequin dress flowing above her knees with matching high heels. The boys were having their drinks whereas the girls decided to hit the dance floor. After dancing for ten-fifteen minutes, Pari excused herself to washroom. She went in and after washing her face and spraying a bit of perfume, she dried her hands and opened the washroom door but stopped dead in her track when she saw two strangers learing at her. Stranger 1 : Hey sexy! Wanna do some private dancing with us?? Pari looked around and when she saw no one, fear crept in her stomach thinking about what can go wrong. She ignored them both and tried to move but the second stranger stood in her way block

It was a number with no name, no profile picture. I typed a quick message: The fish is on the hook. Prepare the net. Message sent. A few seconds later, a reply came back. One word: Roger. I scrubbed the chat history and went back to playing my part. Matteo and Bianca were still deep in discussion about the experiment. They never even noticed.

The recognition brought a smile to my face as I seized the night in hedonistic passion. In the blink of an eye, we'd arrived at someone's home. I assumed the driver. With no more than a light in the kitchen to cast a glow in the living room, both men set out to devour me. It quickly became evident, this was not a first. They worked in tandem, one in front, the other behind. Oddly, there was nothing rough or awkward about any of it. The straps fell from my shoulders as Right nipped kisses on my neck. My breasts were completely exposed when the dress fell to my waist where Left had his hands on my thighs, raising my skirt to explore beneath my thong.