Virtual Strangers Novel Novels & Stories

Yes, I would work in the same place as him, but we had completely different jobs and work environments, it was very unlikely that we could really even establish a friendship, the feeling was gaining strength and a voice in my head made fun of me like always when you are things happened. Are you seriously going to start grieving over a perfect stranger you only know works at Blue Oceans and is named Andrew? All in all, you're pathetic babe, stop making so much drama and get off your big butt and get ready to go to Blue Oceans I smiled at the mental kick I gave myself and got up, stretched a bit and smiled again, I approached the switch and activated it immediately, the artificial light riddle

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

That kind of thing only happened in stories the female lead spending a night with some complete stranger only to wake up and discover he was some billionaire CEO or mafia boss. Well... That wasn't my story. "I see... feisty." His tongue slid across his lower lip. "I like that." My jaw tightened as I took another sip."Consider ordering something like a regular customer instead of ogling a stranger you don't even know." His hand hovered above my elbow not touching, but close enough to feel threatening. "I'm ordering something new tonight." A grin spread across his lips. "How about you?" My spine stiffened as my fingers tightened around the glass.

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

Just then, I stepped outside with Noelle for a breath of fresh air. Jennifer's eyes locked onto me, and her simmering hatred boiled over. She charged over, trapping me in a secluded corner of the gazebo. "Oh, Cedric, you've outdone yourself." Her glare was unrelenting, her words laced with venom. "You've even got the old man fooled? What have you done to bewitch them? Or maybe..." Her eyes locked onto Noelle with venomous intent. "So, you're the little imposter, huh? Did you steal my DNA and have some surrogate cook up a kid to fake being a Shaw?"

From somewhere further back, somewhere I couldn’t quite reach, the way a song lyric sits on the tip of your tongue and refuses to surface. I have felt a stranger’s presence but nobody had a face to it, until now, something in me kept insisting I did know her, that I had always known her. My phone buzzed against the desk. Sophie’s name lit the screen, and I let it ring out. Whatever game she was playing, I didn’t have the patience for it today.

Annoyance flickers through me almost immediately afterward. The audacity of this man. My phone buzzes against the desk. Unknown Number. I already know. I should ignore it. Instead, I answer. “How did you get my number?” A low chuckle sounds through the line. “Hello to you too Sweetheart” I hate that the sound still does something to me. “How do you have my number Mr Sterling?” “I have my ways.” Of course he does, he’s Alexander Sterling. Mysterious but extremely powerful in the words of Emily.

I was used to the chaos, the noise from my landlord whenever he came back home, Amy coming in at early hours just to give me a gist of what I hadn't experienced yet. I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, time to call Amy. She picked up on the second ring, her voice thick with sleep. "Amy” “Dumb ass, what the hell? Who calls someone at 3:00 AM?” she said. “Whatever, I'm in a mansion. Like inside. You need to see this place.” I rolled on my tummy, dragging the sheets. “ Guess what? Levi's slate is Sexy as fuck!! That man is a walking sex. Like illegal hot. The media don't do justice to him.

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

Yes, ending up in bed with this hot stranger I had been grinding on all night and having him do unspeakable and ridiculously pleasurable things to my body definitely counted as bad decisions. My dad’s urgent call had sprung me up the morning after, prompting me to get on a jet he was sending over and head home immediately. It was so impromptu that I had not been able to get the name of the green-eyed dude I had spent the night with. He had probably told me, but either I was too drunk to remember or I just didn’t care. And so I came home. And here I was, getting hitched to someone I was meeting in person for the first time on the altar! Yeah, feel free to find it amusing, my life is a soap op