Strange Romane & Geschichten

“And every strange thing belongs to a strange person, Devon Hamian.” “So that horse is in your liking because it is strange? Pero Haera, baka sa halip na matuwa si Dev, mainis pa 'yun lalo na kung hindi naman niya kailangan ng alagang kabayo. Papakainin at aalagaan niya pa ’yan. Besides,” Rio released a tired exhale, “I don’t think Devon is strange.”

followed. Sarah pushed him away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he placed his palm flat against her computer screen, and it suddenly began to flicker, showing a strange code on her screen, throbbing like it was alive. The lights flickered again in that office and stabilized, showing that the strange man had disappeared and left Sarah quite shaken. She staggered out of her office telling her colleagues about the incident. Initially, they were unconvinced but when the investigations began, they identified a certain disruption in their security systems caused by the strange man's presence.

She stifled the urge to yell at him for soiling her floor. Anna remained calm. Something she hadn't been able to maintain when she had nearly dived down the cliff. Jakey was still barking and when he seemed to advance to attack the strange man, a look would incite a whine and Jakey would retreat. The stranger had been smiling since she saw him and it creeped her out. This man was Crazy.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the ch

It won't be easy to take in, hearing that you have a stranger watching your every move when you thought you were alone. "What do you want with me?" Blake was trying his best to keep a brave face but the Stranger had already noticed his trembling body. "First, tell me your name." "It's never good to tell a stranger your name." The stranger chuckled and stepped out of the dark. "I am Madiba" he introduced himself and Blake lowered his spear. Madiba covered his body with bear skin and his dark-colored skin made him blend perfectly in darkness. "I am Blake" "Blake, what

I tried to pull away, but the stranger had a tight grip on the back of my neck – and despite my instincts, I really didn't want to bite him. Another wave of electric shocks came and attacked me from every approachable angle. I groaned around the stranger, while simultaneously pounding the air and avoiding him. I wasn't as scared as I should have been. Maybe it's because he's copulating with my mouth in a slow, non-violent way. Yes, the stranger made it clear he wouldn't let me turn away, but he was far from being rude. The flow of electricity stopped and I let my hips drop to the table. I struggle

I could not. Instead, I might as well have said the most foolish thing ever. "And if I knew that the festival offered... demonstrations of masculine anatomy, I would've—" I stopped, horrified. Had I just said that out loud? This was not exactly a part of my ludicrous plan. Mr. Stranger didn't laugh. He didn't mock me. Instead, he stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell leather and something darker, wilder. This was precisely how my journals described it, and I felt both fear and exhilaration in equal measure.

Calm. Deadly. The stranger’s grip tightens slightly. “That’s not good,” he says. “What now?” I ask, my voice barely steady. He looks at me. Really looks. And whatever he sees— it makes his expression shift. Grave. Serious. Final. “That wasn’t the control system,” he says. Cold dread floods my chest. “Then what was it?” A beat. Then— “That was just the leash.” My heart stops. “Then what is this?”

A deep, resonant voice, like distant thunder, rumbled right next to my ear. "Don't fight, little one, I won't harm you!" he whispered, while grazing the shell of my ear, with his hot breath and warm lips. The unexpected intimacy, the sheer proximity of this stranger, sent a sudden unfamiliar sensation rolling down my body, settling low in my belly—a dizzying mix of fear and something akin to a startling jolt of electricity. He smelled expensive, like aged leather and pipe smoke, a scent that spoke of warmth and security, things I knew only in dreams.