When We Were Strangers Book Novels & Stories

At that moment, I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck me. When did Samuel start colluding with Raymond? On top of that, they seemed to be on fairly good terms. I decided to sneak closer and listen to what they were talking about. As I stepped forward, I accidentally bumped into a piece of exercise equipment next to me. It set off a sharp clattering sound. Both Samuel and Raymond turned to me in unison. I jumped in fright. However, it was too late to turn around and leave.

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo

I rammed my finger into her more before her legs gave way and her orgasm washes through her, we hold each other as we go to bed. This was all we had. The next morning, our stranger left. We escorted him until we couldn’t anymore and waved him goodbye, wondering what the wind will blow in again.

Maybe strangers. I buried my face in the pillow. “What’s going to become of me now?” I whispered to no one. I closed my eyes, wishing everything could just stop. The scandal. The whispers. My life. Everything. The phone kept buzzing over and over again, louder this time. I didn’t move. I was too scared to take it. I just wanted to disappear, vanish. I just lay there, trembling, the headlines still screaming in my mind, and for the first time, I couldn’t see a way out.

The three strangers walked out without saying a word. Eli remained where he was. His jaw tightened. “They found me.” He started after them. At the same time, Mike, Lila and I stepped into the hallway. The crowd pushed everyone in different directions. I lost sight of Mike for only a second. That was all it took. Someone bumped into my shoulder. “Sorry,” the stranger said calmly. I turned. It was the tallest of the three new students. He leaned closer, speaking so quietly that no one else could hear. “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts.”

Stephan then stood behind me and whispered, "You know weddings are the best place to meet people, but apparently you already have a boyfriend and his name is also Stephan!" I nudged him lightly in the stomach with my elbow and I felt him involuntarily shiver. I closed the small gap between us so I could feel his warm chest against my back, it was nice. Shut it Lauren, I thought to myself. I only got closer because it would look more like we were dating if we weren’t standing miles away from each other. Look more like boyfriend and girlfriend rather than strangers–which we in fact are. After a few moments of small talk, it was announced by several members of the wedding party that everyone wa

Triple J grabbed the entire bottle from the counter and began to empty its contents in his stomach like it was water. He was so angry and he knew the only way of getting rid of it was by drinking alcohol. How could his parents choose a total stranger over him? Someone they had only known for two months? Fine, he was their son… but so? That changes nothing. He still isn’t a part of the family and he shouldn’t be let in, he doesn’t even want to be a part of it.

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

“I think we have another definition of a stranger. How if you relearn how to read from the elementary book? I believe, we might have a similar perception of “strangers” Arissa replied with a cynical tone in her voice. “Nope… nope…” He shook his head and smile amusedly. “My families are strangers for you. My girlfriends. My best buddies are strangers to you because you don’t know them before and you have no idea who they are. The same thing goes with you. Your family, let’s say… how if your mother or father visit you someday and you’re not at home? Will I open the door for them?” “Of course not… isn’t it?”