Jesse Stone Novels Novels & Stories

The heavy dark leather jacket resting on my shoulders felt incredibly heavy, and the lingering sting of my past life was weighing down on my chest like a block of cold stone. Stone was already waiting for my arrival, standing tall and imposing on the wooden porch steps with his thick arms crossed tightly over his massive chest and his dark eyes looking incredibly sharp as they scanned the horizon. The exact fraction of a second my boots stepped out of the driver's side door onto the gravel yard, he moved with a terrifying speed, walking straight over to my frame and pulling my smaller body forcefully against his broad torso. He held me tightly against his ribs, his long fingers digging into

“Okay, Flint and Stone. Flint is an artist, and he beats on various kinds of stones. Stone likes to beat people on various kinds of stones. Just kidding, he’s an enforcer with our pack. One day, maybe, he’ll take over as alpha. We’ll see how many brain cells he loses in all the fights he gets into, whether he becomes the alpha. Finally, this is Jade, the littlest pup of our family. She’s into the facts and only the facts. Reading, gaming, and studying are her favourite things to do.” “I’m not little. For your information, I’m tall for my age. Hey, someone who finally looks like me. Mom, she’s got my hair!” “Technically, the fact I’m older means you have my hair colour.” Stone broke the silen

I think he's testing us," I replied. Not wanting to believe, the nameless wolf walked away with the others. I watched with concern, sensing that something awful was about to happen. They all were about to walk through the door, and I was starting to think that what if my gut warning was wrong and the Alpha was genuinely letting them go? But if he was willing to let them go so easily, why did they call him the stone-hearted alpha? I wish I hadn't been curious about that question when I saw him dash towards them, bringing every one of them down limb by limb and neck by neck with his bare teeth. Blood spurted everywhere, spilling more onto his coat.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

I pulled the fabric down just enough to show my collarbone. There, etched into my skin, was a glowing silver thread. It was the Weaver’s Mark. It was the proof that I was a criminal. Alaric walked toward me. Each step was a heavy thud. He stopped inches away. He reached out a stony finger and touched the mark. A shock of electricity ran through my body. I gasped, my knees going weak. The black stone on his finger began to crack. A piece fell off, hitting the floor with a "clink." Underneath, his skin was pink and warm.

Jeremy taunted. Howard chimed in, "Serene Grove may be the Kingstons' ancestral home, but it's been left empty for so many years. Tally doesn't have parents, so what's wrong with giving it to her so she has a place to live? You're so rich, and you have everything, so why be so stingy?" I glared at Howard. "Serene Grove?" That was my mother's favorite villa when she was still alive. It contained a garden that bloomed throughout all four seasons—one that she had personally grown and tended to.

Clara The room hummed with nervous energy while we waited for Jake to return with the Leaders everyone once again on high alert now that we knew there actually was a way for the infected to breach our walls, the impenetrable compound no longer seemed so safe. A shuffling of bodies shifted to reveal the grim faces of our leaders, each one looking tired and haggard, as though none of them had slept in a week and I contemplated that just maybe they hadn't. “Mr Jones said that you found something?” Jade questioned.

Tristan, Retha's bashful mate, asked. June looked at him, opened her mouth but Jason beat her to it. "Yes, it was." "A Male rogue." June smirked. Horace chuckled, "Okay, this teenager's got spirit." He began, June glared. "But honey, everybody can't be alpha, everybody can't be normal. Some people lead the food chain while some are at the bottom of it. We have gold, diamond, ruby and we have stone. It's just how it is." A moment of silence could be heard as June eyed Horace, she despised the amused look in his eyes. "I'm not a teenager Horace."

My gaze sharpened on him as he stood stiffly, eyes lowered, fingers fidgeting in his pocket. “Sit.” He obeyed. “I want the truth,” I said, my voice calm… but edged with warning. “What’s your name? And what exactly are you to Trisha?” “…I’m Jace. Her brother,” he replied, forcing composure. “Jace,” I repeated with a slow nod. “The same Jace who’s supposedly a professor at Dablas College?” He hesitated. “…Yes.” Got you! The lie was obvious. “And you both lost your mother two years ago,” I continued, a faint smile playing on my lips.

I looked at Maurice coldly. He gave me a disdainful gaze in return. Then, he pulled out a translucent, heart-shaped rock and threw it onto the table. "I know you like things like this. Think of it as my engagement gift to you, but don't think too highly of yourself." I looked at the rock, remembering how he'd given it to me in a similar manner in my past life. I'd treated it like a precious treasure, and I'd kept it with me at all times. I'd thought it was a symbol of his love for me, yet he'd secretly stolen the jewelry Mother had given me as a wedding gift and given it all to Camilla.