Romancing Stone Novels & Stories

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

This man named Lorenzo had heterochromia eyes, just like the boy in my dreams. There was something mysterious about him and I found myself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t blink away when he continued to glare at me, his gaze so intense it felt like my skin was burning alive. “Answer me this instant. Are you Amelia Stone?” he demanded, his voice firm. I was piqued. Why did he want to know my name so much? And when I didn’t respond, he squeezed my arm until I winced. “So what if I am. What do you want with me?” I shouted back, struggling to get out of his hold. But he wouldn’t let go, his hands only forcing me to stay put. And his eyes were on me again.

Adrian held me hoisted against his chest, his mouth sliding down my jawline to press a hard, burning bite over my pulse point. My head tilted back against his shoulder, my hands trembling against his back as a soft, helpless whimper escaped my throat. He licked over the skin instantly, his breath scorching my ear before his mouth surged back to claim mine once more. “Mine,” Adrian growled into my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me tight against his body. “Yours,” I panted against his lips, my left hand coming up between us. The heavy silver championship ring on my finger caught the white light of a hundred camera flashes, glinting clear and bright for the whole world to see.

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

The lid lifted under my thumb. Inside lay a folded sheet of pale paper and a small round stone on a silver chain. The stone was the color of milk, with a faint blue light moving inside it like water. I had never seen anything so beautiful. When I touched it, my wolf stirred and rose, and I felt a warm ache in my chest, as if someone had laid a hand over my heart. “A moonstone,” Adrian said quietly. “A real one. I have only seen them in the old pack records.”

Subtly woven into the intricate filigree beneath the center stone was a tiny, elegant flamingo motif—a quiet, permanent tribute to the cheap pink pen she had left on his granite island, the symbol of the quirky, unyielding woman who had stolen his soul. "No contracts, Juliet," Roman spoke, his voice deep, gravelly, and vibrating with an absolute, unshakeable vow. "No family mandates. No business stakes. No secrets." He looked up into her crying, glowing face, offering her the ring—and his entire life—with absolute, complete surrender. "I am just Roman," he growled softly, his voice thick with emotion. "The man who loves you unconditionally. The man who will spend every single second of his l

Several event staff were cowering nearby, and they hissed urgently at her now, "Ma'am, Mr. Dorne has yet to collect all the jewelry he bought for you!" She turned to them, meaning to decline, but then Joseph's former adversary suddenly leapt to his feet, battered and bloody. Snatching up a bottle of champagne, he smashed it against the back of Stacy's head. "Damn him! He's going to ruin my life, on the word of that witch?!" the man snarled, full of hatred and fury. "Here's another one of your precious pets, eh? Well, say goodbye to her!" Hot blood flowed down her neck, rapidly staining her white dress crimson. Stacy toppled forwards onto the floor, her mind plunged into the darkness of a sto

I breathed as he fastened it around my neck, letting it rest just below my other necklace. "A symbol of our future." he explained, "while honoring our past. The moonstone will help channel your Luna powers, according to Kieran." I touched the stone reverently, feeling its subtle warmth. "it's perfect." Roman's eyes glowed with love and pride. "Like you." "Charmer." I teased, even as my heart swelled with emotion. "Only for you." he promised, pulling me close again. "Only ever for you." We danced until the moon began to set, wrapped in each other's arms and the peace we'd fought so hard to achieve. The end.

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.

The marked woman knelt in front of her, disc of bone cupped in her palm, red lines on it pulsing faintly. “You can fight all you like,” she said softly. “In the end, the stone only cares that you lie on it. That you breathe long enough for Her to notice. That you stop when She is satisfied.” Rin bared her teeth. “The stone,” she said, “is already cracking under me.” The woman’s mouth twisted. “You can not break Her altar.” Rin glanced at the spider‑veins along the slab’s lip. “Watch me,” she said.