Romancing The Stone Novels & Stories

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within. Take it. It is yours. A gentle voice whispered in Sarang’s ears, though no one stood behind him. He froze, staring at the stone—blue and radiant, its lustrous hardness gleaming under the light. Compelled, he reached forward and plucked the stone. A pink petal sprang to life before fading to gold, marking the bloom of the last petal.

, I explained, trying my best to avoid eye contact with him. “You seem very confident” Asher chuckles as his eyes trailed from the length of my legs up until he got to my eyes, slow enough, so I could see it and fast enough that no one besides us noticed. “I am Mr Stone,” he replied confidently. The only thing he wants is to see the weak girl he dated years ago… well, she is dead. “why?” “why not? I know what I am capable of once I put my mind to it and I believe my proposal is incredible. Do you have any doubts?” I asked with my eyebrows raised, and my arms folded over my chest.

Jennifer Koch, my childhood friend, has spent years helping me "test" my boyfriend, Tyler Sloan, to see if he's someone worth being with. When she sends a message in our group chat saying that she wants a beach vacation, her boyfriend immediately books first-class flight tickets for the two of them. Meanwhile, I wait up, checking my phone constantly. The clock strikes midnight before Tyler's reply comes in. "I'm busy." On Valentine's Day, Jennifer is showered with gifts and flowers. What I get is a lecture from Tyler. "Can you not be so childish? Who cares about these frivolous things?" Every time, I hold back my tears and try to excuse his behavior for him. "He's just not a very sentime

Elder Karl instructed, holding out the small, sharp ceremonial blade. Rosalie drew a deep, steadying breath, stepping forward with her head held high despite the tears drying on her cheeks. She extended her right hand. Elder Karl took her slender fingers and brought the edge of the blade against her index finger, making a small, swift nick. A few dark, crimson drops of blood welled on her fingertip. Elder Karl guided her hand over the artifact, letting the blood fall cleanly onto the smooth, pale surface of the Stone of Truth. The blood soaked into the milk-white crystal instantly, disappearing beneath the surface like ink in water. A soft, dim hum vibrated through the room, but the stone re

Then there I go again, but I shall have a word with myself over it later, for Roman has just joined the table. Yes, and has the man extends his hand, I am reminding why he is so feared, “Mr. Sloane. I appreciate that you agreed to meet me here. You know how monkey crazy it has gotten out there,” He only but bursts out in laughter as he shows for the waiter to bring him a chilled whiskey, “The only monkey running around is Stone.” Ya, I cannot help but join him as I take a sip from my chilled glass, “Stone has turned out to be quite the…let us just say I cannot put him under the list of people that I can trust.”

The doors in front of me opened widely, I let out a heavy sigh of nervousness, and then I began to walk through the indoor garden. The pure, innocent, fresh, and soft white roses that decorated the aisles on either side of me, matched the pureness, innocence, and softness of my dress. From white to gold, it hugged onto my body on top, showing off my petite figure as it flowed freely from my hips going down, spreading like the foam from the ocean onto the floor as each dazzling layer danced around me with every step that I took. The music, the dim lights, the lanterns, the roses…all of it made my heart beat a little faster with excitement, happiness, and love. There were a thousand eyes on me

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

I responded. He looked annoyed, but he took a deep breath before asking, "Do you really mean it, my dearest Daughter? You know that a promise made by Immortals can never be broken until our soul perishes one day." I nodded sincerely, so he kissed my forehead in hesitation and took a pearl-like stone that emerged from my heart—it was the 'Stone of Oath, also known as the promising stone of an Immortal. He looked sad, but he promised me that he would give it to Dylan as a reward for his honesty and loyalty. It would be up to him if he took it or not.