Dr Stone Novels & Stories

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

The entire Black Stone city was destroyed, with the rubble from the destroyed buildings used to recreate the bodies of the Stone Mice. Saxon compressed the flames upon his blade that became ten meters long and half a meter wide. He called forth his Draconic Cobra King remnant spirit. It roared to the sky and wrapped its body around the Stone Mice elder. The grip was too strong for the mice to break free. It screamed and struggled as the rocks on its body cracked and fell off.

When Elara’s family fell into debt, she signed a paper believing it would save them — never knowing she was signing her freedom away. Kaelen Rourke, the coldest and most powerful man in the city, bought her without hesitation. He married her not for love, but as an arrangement — a wife to show the world, and a servant to keep his house. From the first day, he made it clear: she was purchased, not chosen. He gave her orders instead of kindness, called her a transaction instead of a partner, and kept her at a distance as if she were something to be hidden. Yet beneath his harsh words and icy silence, Elara sees something else — a man who guards his heart like a fortress, afraid that letting

"Because I can't stop thinking about last week. About how you made me feel. Jason tries, but he's not... he's not you." "No one is," Dr. Stone agreed, standing. "Strip." Maya undressed quickly, and Dr. Stone admired her body....already familiar with every curve, every response. "On the couch. Spread your legs." She obeyed, and this time there was no pretense of instruction. No boyfriend watching and learning. Just pure, brutal fucking. Dr. Stone stripped quickly, revealing that magnificent fourteen-inch cock, and positioned himself between her thighs. "This is going to be hard," he warned. "No restraint. No teaching. Just me taking what I want from you. Can you handle that?"

"Go remind that absolute waste of space exactly what he threw away. Show them how radiant your life is now." "Fine," I said, my voice hardening. "Send me the location." "The dress and your date are already on their way," Zaria said. "His name is Stone. He is an elite lone wolf, fresh from the arena floor. He is strong, obedient, and very easy on the eyes. Treat him like a well-trained bodyguard." The line went dead. "Who was that?" Eliora asked, leaning against the car bonnet. "A change of plans," I said.

I said, glancing at the stack of files waiting for me. "He claimed it was urgent." I went quiet. Sandra had never exaggerated anything in her entire time working with me. If she considered something urgent, then it probably was. "Let him in," I finally said. I ended the call and immediately shifted back into the version of myself everyone knew. Dr. Karma Kuntz. Calm, Controlled, and Untouchable. I sat behind my desk and waited. A soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in." The man who stepped inside looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. There were lines around his face, the kind that came from years of stress rather than age. His expression was neutral, almost deliberately so.

His hair was messy and he looked out of place. Suddenly it hit me. Did this man run up here? His eyes swept up the scene in one second. Draco with a knife to Mairus's throat. Mairus's firm grip on Draco's windpipe, me and Teresa frozen a few feet away. His gaze darkened, those familiar pale blue eyes that instantly told me he was the ISG’s Stone, without his mask. He was…strangely good looking, a little younger than his age, but he looked exactly as I had assumed.

What was she truly willing to sacrifice for their safety? “Xienma!” Drax’s voice snapped her back to the present, his mocking tone slicing through the tension. “Are you going to make your move or stand there like a lamb waiting for slaughter?” The horde of nightmarish creatures surged forward, threatening to overwhelm their defenses. Xienma felt the pulse of the Water Stone, an insistent call that resonated deep within her. She could sense the power waiting to be unleashed, but it required her to make a choice.

He was the only one who truly cared for her, every other person just wanted to use her or hurt her right from her childhood that’s why she find it hard to keep deceiving him and she didn’t try to plead with him when he broke up with her, she knew he deserved better than a lying manipulative woman. She soon heard a knock on the door and the man who saved her came in with another man in a white lab cloth, he seemed like a doctor. “Hi Betty.” he said. She didn’t reply, she just kept staring at him. “You don’t need to reply, this is Dr Stone, he’s here to do some check up on you, he was the one who treated you when you passed out earlier, I want to make sure you’r