Romans & histoires Were Not Really Strangers Couples Edition

“And you’re telling me you had a marriage conversation? Strangers don’t do that.” I laughed. Why am I so happy right now? “You’re wrong. The ones you share with strangers are the topics you don’t want to share with your friends. Do you know why?” He didn’t reply. He was just staring at my lips. I answered my own question, “It’s because you will never see them again.” “But you see that man now,” he pouted. Smiling ear to ear, I crushed on his lips for a long time, tongues dancing against our own mouths.

***************************** As we embraced the newfound truth and strengthened our bond, a new twist unraveled before us, threatening to shake the foundation of our marriage once again. It began innocently enough—a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger at a charity event. His piercing gaze and enigmatic smile piqued my curiosity, drawing me into a conversation that danced on the edge of flirtation. There was an undeniable chemistry, a magnetic pull that stirred a dormant longing within me. Unbeknownst to me, this stranger was connected to Alexander's past—a figure from a time when his life was filled with uncertainty and recklessness. And as fate would have it, their paths were desti

“Hm. I am jealous of him already.” I laughed softly as he pulled me gently toward the dance floor. And under the warm lights, surrounded by everybody we loved— Damon wrapped his arms around my waist while I rested my hands against his shoulders. Then slowly, we danced together peacefully. As two people who finally found home in each other. Believe me, now I know that no matter what happens in the future, as long as Damon is by my side… I'll always be happy. And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

Damn it. When I moved closer to my date’s neck, Bright pulled Sabrina tighter against him. We were making each other jealous like two teenagers, and the people around us probably thought we were just two happy couples enjoying the music. But in reality, we were two broken people, dancing with strangers to forget the ones we truly loved. Two people who began a fake marriage and ended up falling in love like in the movies, but neither of us was mature enough to face it. Or maybe I wasn’t.

So the three of them hang out at the mall. "So, you guys have been friends since childhood?" asked Marcell as soon as they sat back in one of the cafes that sell coffee. "Yes, actually there are three of us, one of us is married, so Eros and I spend more time together," said Jane. "Wow, I'm quite impressed. Do you know? Except in movies or novels, women and men can't be friends without involving feelings," said Marcell in amazement. Eros just smiled sarcastically.

she said sniffing and the man was still holding tight to her. " No, is getting hotter here, I am burning inside, help me ". his voice became demanding before Maya could say another word his lips were on hers, and Maya wide-eyed in surprise and struggled to push him off but he was holding on tight as he kept kissing her deeply and roughly, she could taste the alcohol in his mouth and he started caressing her body after she got tired of struggling with him. She suddenly got lost in his tender touch, she had never felt like this for anyone before, her body was giving in to the strange man, she slid her fingers through his hair and let out a moan as the man carried her to the bed. His lips began

“The weight of that emptiness doesn’t just disappear because you make peace with it, it haunts you, night and day. So forgive me if I don’t want to watch you orchestrate your own sister’s death.” His eyes darkened, and he got up slowly. He stepped back from the table before walking inside the house, with his back turned to me. But then he paused by the doorway and exhaled deeply. “Maybe you’ve forgotten,” he said in a very calm voice for someone who seemed like he was about to flip the table over. “But we’re not really a couple, Evangeline. All we are, are two strangers playing house.” I heard a slight ringing in my ears, and felt an emptiness in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn't guarantee him that, but I allowed him to go on, not saying a word. "In public, don't act like we are a thing. We are practically strangers. The only time we can act like a couple is when we are with the family," he added another clause. It sounded fair to me, not like I wanted to go around bragging that I'd gotten a psychopath as a husband.

JARED'S POV I stared at the bright faces before me. The sparkle in their eyes caught me unaware and made me wonder what was going on. We stepped out of the car, hoping to enter the new house Sterly said he bought for our fake marriage, but instead, we met four strangers standing at the entrance with radiant smiles on their faces. An older scentless woman, an older Alpha man, and two younger Alphas... a man and a woman. The middle-aged couple looked really good. The man looked handsome, and so was the woman, but the younger ones weren't left behind either. Especially the female, she looked more like a doll, and if I were still a beta, I would have thought she was a strong omega.

He kept his eyes on the road, his tone distant. Sophia could see the discomfort flicker across his face. A pang of guilt gripped her as she realized she had probably put this innocent stranger into a tight corner with her burden. But his words rang in her ears once again and she began to wonder why Liam had agreed to this unplanned marriage. Was it just pity or something more? Who would agree to such bizarre conditions all in the name of ‘helping’ someone? Especially someone who was a total stranger. She didn't know if he was her savior or the beginning of another nightmare. Also, she couldn't tell which version of him was real—the stern stranger, the reluctant groom, or the man who almost s