Virtual Strangers Novel Novels & Stories

I wasn’t the girl chasing after a flash drive that carried the weight of my parents’ ghosts. I was just Nova, a twenty something girl, messy, alive, moving like maybe the world didn’t already have plans for me. A random guy came up behind me, pressing close like the music gave him permission. His breath grazed my ear, hot and heavy, the kind of move that was supposed to make me melt into him. Instead, it made my skin crawl. I shoved him off without even looking back. I wasn’t here for some stranger’s hands on me. I already had two men tangled up in my world, and that was more than enough. Tonight wasn’t about them or him. Tonight was mine

Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

My name was Germaine Shaw. I'd just graduated from college, and my plain résumé made my job-seeking journey challenging. I'd lost the only job I'd managed to get after the internship ended because I'd turned down my superior's attempts to harass me sexually. The difficulties faced in my job search got me down. I stayed at home all day, demotivated and depressed. One day, while doom-scrolling, a new game caught my eye. "This is a romance game where you have all the freedom you need. Meet your destined half in the virtual world—set yourself free and release your pent-up desires!"

It’s eight-thirty, and Nathan should be here soon, or so he said. I eventually get bored with the program and turn it off. I grab my new smutty novel instead and flip to my bookmark. Picking up where I left off, the protagonist has just met a mysterious man, but she hesitates. Questioning her current situation with her cheating husband, she takes the plunge and kisses the handsome new stranger.

I was getting more and more attracted to her. What was happening to me? I could not sleep so I thought of reading some book. I had liked two out of her seven completed books and had liked both of them. I opened the app and started reading the new book by the writer and read a few chapters of it. Oh, God!! The male protagonist was absolutely like me, in physical appearance and qualifications. And what surprised me the most was that the female protagonist was also exactly like my clumsy neighbour. They even met the way we met...

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

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

A lonely island surrounded by an endless sea of white mist. At its center stood a single lighthouse. Its light was dark. Not black. Simply... the absence of light itself. The Stranger's voice echoed once more from within the pen. "That is where unfinished stories go to die." The woman stared at the island. "I've never read about it." "No one has," the First Reader answered. "Every record of that place was erased." The city suddenly shook. Outside the windows... the stars began disappearing. Not exploding. Not fading. One by one...

I quickened my pace and looked for somewhere I could go to tuck the toy in. The weather warmed up a little after the new year. I wore a loose tracksuit, but underneath, I wore skin-tight clothes to get ready to be intimate with Samuel. Many people exercised in the park. I had no choice but to go to the restroom to tuck in the toy. Just as I arrived at the grove near the restroom entrance, a man wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and tightened my loose tracksuit. The man seemed to be accustomed to causing such shocking encounters. Right after he hugged me from behind, he started playing with himself.