Rolling Stone Booktok Novels & Stories

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

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“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

I would love to offer something to the creator that will allow all dragons a destined mate, but I do not have any ideas yet. The last few pages of the book are empty, except one. It’s a sketch of a beautiful woman lying on the bed. Her body shape is gorgeous. It reminds me of Tru’s. I place the book down and wonder what’s happening. The book is in my writing, and the entries sound like they are me, but it isn’t possible. I never came here after the stone disappeared. I was too busy searching. The dates are of a time I was stone.

In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fragment! A/N: Book 1 of Dangerous Affection is finish! Thanks to the God; to my subscribers; and to all my followers. Especially those who adds the story to their library. My warmest thanks!

“It affects everyone, kills everyone around you. I don’t want that burden for you.” “But where’s the bloodstone?” I demand, gripping the book so tightly my knuckles turn white. “Tell me!” “I’ll tell you when the time is right,” she replies, maddeningly calm and cryptic. “It’s safe, that’s all you need to know for now.” “Safe?” I snap, frustration boiling over. “I need answers! I’m just some freak of nature—I can’t even find my wolf! I’m useless I can’t even protect myself!”

“I’m here for you, Vera. Believe it or not.” Her lips parted, her breath hitching, but she stepped back, her necklace pulsing. “Show me, then,” she said, voice firm, though her eyes lingered on mine, sparking heat. “No games.” I nodded, pulling a leather-bound tome from the shelf, dust puffing into the air. My fingers brushed hers as I handed it over, the touch sending a jolt through me. Her eyes widened, but she snatched the book, flipping it open. “Moonstone records,” I said, leaning over her shoulder, my voice low, intimate. “They talk about corruption. Alphas who weren’t attuned to a moonstone lose control, and go mad.”

“Let’s carry out the last option.” *** Rosealba sat in front of her office desk, fingers dancing steadily over the keyboard. She was near the final chapter—the very end of the book her love affair with Drystan had pushed her to write. Her cheeks glowed with excitement her eyes glinting with every word that unfolded on the screen. It was a love story drenched in pain, fire, and rebirth. A reflection of everything they’d survived. Of everything he had dragged her out of. She had poured her soul into those pages.

Something that has been waiting for too long to be set free. My knees weaken. Kael catches me before I fall. “I don’t remember all of them,” I whisper. The hum answers me. More names begin carving. Not one. Not two. But three at once. The sound of stone splitting echoes like distant thunder. I press my palm against the nearest stone, desperate to slow it. “Stop,” I plead. The stone is warm beneath my touch. It doesn’t feel hostile or violent. Just full. Full of grief, weight, and full of… me.