Dr Stone Novelas e Histórias

"But not to hide. To get stronger." We moved fast toward the tallest stone. Kade went first and cleared the way. The three from the Sanctum followed. I went last. As I passed the last stone I looked back. Drax ran straight at me. His face looked full of rage. The army followed close behind. The stones cracked louder. More fell. The light started to fade. We slipped through the narrow path behind the stone. The mist closed around us again. The path went down into the ground. Steps cut into the rock led us deeper.

I blinked a bit, completely speechless on what to say. “Um….we haven't…..we haven't set a date yet” He nodded “doesn't really look like a homely man though” I raised a brow—who asked for his opinion? “You don't say” He shrugged “I'm just saying, Tori. He looks too business minded and too serious. His face also looks very familiar” “Duncan Stones, heir to Stones fortune and Stones Industry” I gave a biography on the spot. I noticed his face go pale a bit like he couldn't believe his ears “oh” he said, the words coming out a bit strangled.

“Come in.” I push the door open, stepping inside and closing it behind me. Drake is sitting behind his desk, his sharp eyes scanning me the moment I enter. There’s concern in his gaze as he leans forward slightly. “Is everything okay?” he asks. I shrug, keeping my expression neutral. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” It’s a half truth, but I don’t let it show. I move forward and take the seat in front of his desk, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the stone. Without a word, I place it on the polished wood between us. The weight of it, both physically and metaphorically, settles in the space.

I say, and the way Becky’s mouth tightens tells me she’s already cross-referenced five charity galas and three shell companies and it’s definitely Stone behind it, but not his signet. “Torin Vale’s personal crest variant,” she says, too mild. “Stone’s fixer. If Drake is wearing his ring, he thinks the man’s shadow protects him.” “Take his shadow,” I say, and tap the intercom. The little red light glows under my finger. Drake’s gaze slides to the grill. His smile warms. “Miss Dalton,” he purrs. “Or is it Luna Dalton now? I confess, I can’t keep up with your promotions.”

⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – MY DRAGON MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA! 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – MY POSSESSIVE MATE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – MY ABUSED MATE 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – MY ASSASSIN MATE 6.⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE ⁠* * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES:

I snarled, throwing my phone angrily. But Charles only smiled calmly. "Let the stones fly—I'll just close my eyes. Those most eager to tear us down are often the ones with the most to hide." However, despite his calmness, things didn't improve. The authorities suddenly received an anonymous tip-off, alleging that Gordon Group had committed tax evasion. Charles' father was summoned for questioning, and the whole Gordon family was thrown into chaos. "Michael and the others don't have the power to pull something like this off."

"The company is owned by Mr. Dustin Stone, a billionaire who made—" "Mr who?" I exclaimed in astonishment. "Dustin Stone. He is our new partner..."

"I didn't know you were such a powerful figure in the underworld, Mr. Lester! I've really crossed the line! I-I'm worthless!" From the crowd emerged a man with a full beard, followed by several henchmen. It was clear he was a significant figure in the underground world. He swaggered up to Drake, and slapped Drake across the face repeatedly. Drake's teeth shattered, his body trembling as he mumbled, "Mr. Rocky!" The man was none other than Rocky, Drake’s boss. "Damn it! Are you blind? That's Mr. Lester, who even Percy follows around as a subordinate!" Rocky shouted, kicking Drake a few more times in frustration.

Dane I don't think I can do it anymore. I thought you would recover one day. I have been waiting so long for you to get better that I have forgotten what is like to be happy anymore. You are right it is hard to love a person who can't stand next to you every day. I'm sorry Ziva

The stone where my chain was bolted was part of a ring, placed within a three-foot radius of the podium. "It used to be a fountain, you know?" Drystan's cold voice snapped my head to the end of the hall. He walked toward me, a dark grin spreading across his mouth. He was dressed as if he expected the coronation any minute. He wore a black tuxedo with satin lapels, a black shirt, and a black ascot tie with a large red crystal. As he approached me, the crystal started glowing, enhancing my headache. Drystan crouched beside me, his feet staying outside the stone ring. "You are now sitting in a fountain that used to be filled with blood sacrifices for Belial." He pointed at the statue and then l