Romancing The Stone Novels & Stories

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

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

"You know what's at cost here so why don't you fucking tell us the whole story?" "Your words Franchesca. I know your mother didn't raise you that way." I was stunned for a moment. Mom used to call me Franchesca before but I told her that I don't like it so she started calling me Iris. I said sorry to him. "One stone used to be. And everyone is equal. Whatever trait you have the stone will choose. If you deserve it enough, then the elemental traits will improve. All of that continued, not gradually 1500 years ago. A king split into stone at five. "

“Trav is a relics expert. According to the ancient texts, the black onyx stone is made specifically for our kind. Only werewolves are able to see and touch the stone. But you don’t smell like one of us and we’re pretty sure you don’t have a wolf. And yet, it was you who found the stone yesterday." I pasted an insouciant look on my face, keeping my thoughts to myself. What they did not know is that I didn't find the stone by chance that morning, it was the stone who called to me. It is the same reason why I can see and touch the stone, it had chosen to reveal itself to me. Roman broke off and Trav continued from where he had left off. “That could only mean either one of two things, you are ei

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me … and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. “Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage.” She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. “Make sure to carry this with you at all times.” I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

I was so deep into Kathy, exploring every depth of her mouth with my tongue that she was almost getting out of breath. It was so real, even though I knew I was faking it. So real was the romance that the argument that prevailed between us flew away like the bird and she almost came from the magic of my fingers dipping deep into her and my tongue sucking her out but for the intrusion. We both stopped kissing at the same time as if premeditated. “What is that?” Kathy asked and picked it up curiously. She examined it carefully and continued, “A rubik’s cube?” she points it toward me. “What is a Rubik’s Cube doing in your wardrobe?”

It's up to what happens tomorrow and I'll forget about my responsibilities outside this house. I will be Sofia first, the real Sofia who loves for Robin. Sofia who is fragile and crazy about the man she tried to stay away from and forget. "I love you." He whispered as he was on top of me and parting my hair. "I love you too, Robin." He kissed my lips at the same time, down my neck. Both of us were getting hot and sweaty as we changed positions on the bed. --------------- (Ara's Pov) "O Ara, you have something to deliver again. Here's the address, hurry up because the VIP ordered it."

She looked around 4 years old with lightly tanned skin and black shoulder length hair. In her hands was a stone being clenched tightly as her panicked filled eyes scanned the room in fear. When she noticed Liza and I, she hugged the stone tightly and leaned against the door. "Are you alright love?" Liza asked her tenderly, walking over to her and kneeling to her height. The little girl's eyes swelled with tears, "I want mama." "Where's mama? I'll help you find her; I promise." The girl sniffed and extended her hand to show us the piece of stone and mumbled, broken, "mama."

One thing I knew, this man named Dominic Stone was irresistible in the way he behaved, the way he spoke, the way he touched and in every way I could think of. And if he really was that Dominic Stone, what were the chances of him falling in love with me? He had so many female admirers. I was certain of his status. He was not a single man. And right now I remembered something I used to say... I shouldn’t dream too high, because if the dream would break, I would break along with it into a million pieces.

Pulls the goalie one way, waits a half-second, and flicks it the other. The net ripples. The building detonates. Game. New York clears the bench, swarming him, screaming his name. Liam disappears under a pile of arms and helmets, like he’s the sun and they’re orbiting. I just stand there, panting, watching him. Stone jogs past me, his expression stormy. “Who knew the princess could finish, huh?” * * *