Virtual Strangers Novel Novels & Stories

Unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar, as though I’d seen it before. I sighed and brushed off the uneasy feeling, stepping out of the car and heading toward the porch. One, two, three, four rings at the doorbell; no answer. Without hesitation, I slipped my hand beneath the doormat and retrieved the spare key he always kept there just in case I showed up unannounced. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Then froze. Clothes were scattered across the living room floor. A t-shirt. Shorts. And... panties? I blinked, my brows pulling together as I took a hesitant step forward. At the foot of the stairs, a gown and a bra laid tangled together.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

everything about the book was perfect. If Jasmine would run around calling random people her babies, Ryder would claim book characters as her babies, and this young man with the nickname "Midnight" given by the media, was one of the first characters to be claimed as her precious baby. Even though Ryder had felt hesitant about giving the stranger a name from a book, even worse, that of a "psychopath", she couldn't help but think that this situation and that of the book were somewhat similar. She thought the stranger most likely hadn't read that book. This thought was mostly based on her belief that not many males read books. This belief was a result of many years of reading books and getting

the Stranger ordered closing his eyes. But through her bloated vision, she can't see anything except for clouded surroundings. Maze turned and stretch her hand to find the matchbox out of nowhere and soon everything turned black and she fell to the ground with a large bang. She fainted. The stranger promptly opened his eyes and closed it again with a huge sigh cursing under his breath, "Ragazza stupida ( Silly girl )" He moved a bit and lit the candle. Only with this much work he was tired and panting for breath. He took his shirt and rolled it up. Taking a deep breath he tucked the crumpled shirt in his mouth and stuffed it in the middle of his teeth.

“Let me go! Let go of me! You should know who I am! I’m a member of the Golden Circle, which means no matter who you are, you can’t touch me! Or you’ll see the consequences!” shouted the young man, who seemed like a typical student with a rather ordinary appearance. His eyes were wide with fear as he glared at the two guards standing stiffly beside him. He had been suddenly ambushed and brought to this unfamiliar place—a place he didn’t recognize at all.

Ivanna Pov's . It's easy to say I want to die but today I realised how difficult it is to face death. I would have lost my life if my lunatic stranger wouldn't have stopped me and if that thief hadn't stolen my car. Tears rolled from my eyes. "Relax… Everything is fine." My stranger coed me. I look at him, only to find his eyes on me. He was staring at me with love filled his eyes. This mysterious man saved my life twice. He lovingly wiped my tears.

NALANI It's like we're in a fantasy world with an invisible entrance. When Esther opened it, she immediately received many questions from Travis. But from what I could see of Travis, he seemed hesitant to enter. The way he looked at Esther changed after she said that she was a witch. It's like all witches shouldn't be trusted.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.