Novel & Cerita Wife Hotel Stranger

he asked quietly, but I could feel the force in his words. "What did I do?" I inquired, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Get changed, Jenna." he ordered, his voice still low. "Make me." I replied, smiling at him as I inched away to look him in the eyes. "Ah, and who is this young beautiful woman?" a man intercepted, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it before Keith could say anything. The stranger leaned towards my ear, quickly whispering, "you look sexy tonight." Keith pushed the man away, snatching my hand away from the stranger's grasp, "She is my wife." he answered, a powerful glare on his face that sent shivers down my spine.

He watches them from afar as they run till he saw his wife entertained the strange guy making him feel irritated and angry. “What do you want from me?” he heard his wife asked the stranger. “If you are not busy later, I would love to invite you for a dinner and get to know each other,” he bravely invites her. Caspian was ready to make his move when he saw his wife paused and turns to the guy as her hands were on her waist. “I am not interested to know you,” she frankly uttered without any reaction. “If you aren’t interested with me then why are you entertaining me? Why did you wave at me in return?” he inquires, can’t accept that she rejects his kind offer.

The door to the ward swung open, and a tall man walked in, his eyes fixed on the notes in his hands. “Why are there strangers here?” he asked sternly, looking straight at me. Strangers? Me? “I’d like to know why strangers can walk into your hospital so easily by introducing themselves as the patient’s wife. I’m Nina Habirova—Max’s wife. And the one standing by the window has absolutely nothing to do with my husband.” I hadn’t even realized that somewhere deep inside me there lived such a vicious woman—one who suddenly craved blood. I shot Alina a devastating look, and she hurried toward the door.

"I don't really have much to share. What do you want to know about me?" I thought for a moment before answering. "Where do you live?" "Two houses down the street from here." "What's your name?" "What's yours?" I didn't answer. He laughed again. "When are you going inside?" "When they stop," I responded. "How about you? When are you going home?" The stranger shrugged and gestured to my house. "When they stop, I guess." "Tell me something more," I said. "Share something that no one else knows about you."

She doesn’t want to get involved with him because she knew herself—she can feel the sign not to be near him—but damn, the attraction to him was undeniable. Yes, she’s attracted to him. Well, who wouldn’t? Sad to say but everything here in El Paraiso is temporary—she won’t stay here for a long time. The night she spent at the hotel, her travel with Bea, the nice place, and even their encounter—they’ll just become memories. She entered the bathroom and after few minutes after the man left, she tried to escape. She looked around to also look for Bea and to assure that Mr. Stranger is not here anymore.

Eros also ran, chasing after the girl and because he was closer than he was with the stranger, Eros was able to reach the girl's small hand. The hazel-eyed girl stared at her in wide-eyed shock, and Eros just tightened his grip and ran with her. Until a car belonging to his assistant, Kevin had stopped in front of the two of them, and told Eros to get into it immediately. “Come in!” Kevin yelling, Eros nodded his head and told the girl standing beside him to come in too. But the girl was still silent and looked still surprised. Without saying much, Eros pulled the girl's body to get into the car. Luckily, he complied and sat beside her. “Come on, Kevin, come on!” Eros said when he realized t

I managed to get a duplicate room key for her room when I acted that I was supposed to be sharing a room with her and told the receptionist that I had lost my key card, and since the receptionist saw me with Yesha, she believed my lie. My heart was pounding in my chest while I continued walking. I was afraid that I might get caught. I was about to turn around when I suddenly remembered the missed opportunity of having a handsome foreigner husband. I mean, I was almost there; I convinced Phillip that we were meant for each other, and he had already promised to bring me to the US so we could get married, but because of Yesha's revenge, that would never happen. I knew I had done her wrong when

I knew I shouldn't be happy seeing a stripper especially now that I had a girlfriend, but I couldn't stop the happiness gathering in my stomach. I got into the club venue; as usual people were dancing and swaying to the beat. Unfortunately for me, my favourite stripper had just finished performing and a different set of strippers were occupying the stage. I sulked under my breath as I resolved to call Veronica to inform her that I was around already. I had informed her earlier that I was coming and she was very excited. She didn't pick her calls to my surprise and I tried again. I tried once more, yet the same thing. I wondered where she kept her phone. I scanned the hall for traces of her b

Droplets of water traced the contours of his legs, glistening under the warm yellow light. He stopped short when he saw me. "Sorry, Kylan. I didn't realize your wife was back." Kylan finally spoke up, introducing him as Daniel Willis, a colleague from work. Apparently, he was staying with us for a few days due to some trouble at home. Daniel apologized, but his gaze was shamelessly raking over me. The room was still thick with the scent of our intimacy. My hair was a mess, and my clothes were barely hanging on. The realization of what we'd been doing, combined with Daniel's burning gaze, made my face flush a deep crimson.

The steward took it, glanced at it once, and immediately called out with the utmost respect, "Donna. Please, this way to the second floor." A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. Someone muttered under their breath, "Did you see that? That looked like the Thorne family crest." "No way. She carries the crest, and he called her Donna. Don't tell me she's Don Thorne's wife?" The rustling murmurs wouldn't let up, and they were honestly starting to grate.