Romancing The Stone Novels & Stories

Through our bond, I felt Maison and Jackson's steady confidence flowing into me, bolstering my own. "Place your palm against the centre stone," Lady Vivienne instructed. "Let your blood speak to the ancient magic." I did as she suggested, laying my hand flat against the cool stone. For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a slight prickling sensation as the stone seemed to draw a drop of blood from my palm—painless but startling. The drop spread across the surface, following hidden channels in the rock until it formed the outline of a wolf's head. The stone glowed blue, then silently slid aside to reveal a narrow staircase spiralling upward.

“What kind of test?” Roman pulled something out of his pocket. A stone, black as night but glowing somehow. “Touch this. Your light will show us what you are.” “And if I say no?” “Then you leave. Right now. And never to return.” Tamara looked at Kai. His face was tight with worry. “It's okay,” she lied. “I'll do it.” She reached for the stone. The second her fingers touched it, pain shot through her. Not normal pain—like she was being ripped apart. Her light exploded, filling the whole room.

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.

His hands followed, sweeping down her chest, she thrust her hips towards him, but he stopped again, this time to remove his trousers, drawers, and stockings. The storm raged around them outside, the wind howling and rain lashing the window pane. Matching the fury between the lovers, both naked now and clutching at their naked flesh, trying to possess as much of each other as possible. He is experienced and knows she is not, he wants to warn her, guide her, and pleasure her, and she wants to be taken by him.

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

She hadn’t even noticed the flowers yet, hidden behind his back, but her glowing expression just from seeing him made Stone’s chest swell. He stepped closer and revealed the bouquet. When May saw the flowers, she let out a soft gasp, making Stone feel like he could barely breathe. He bent down, pressing a kiss to her lips. The floral aroma filled the air, but nothing smelled as sweet as May. She was his addiction, consuming him more and more each day, until she had utterly enveloped him. “It’s over, my Snow,” Stone murmured against her lips. “The last of Belosokov is at the bottom of the ocean.”

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

“You sure, Lily? Once we start, we’re not holding back much.” I nodded fast. “I’m sure. Please.” He kissed me then, hard and claiming. His hands untied the robe and it slipped to the floor. I stood naked in front of all three. My nipples tightened under their stares. Stone lifted me easily and set me on the dining table. The wood felt cool against my skin. “Watch first,” Stone told the others. “She’s mine to start.” Rafe and Cole moved closer, eyes dark with hunger. They both reached down and stroked themselves through their jeans. Stone spread my legs wide on the table edge. He dropped to his knees and licked me slow. I gasped, gripping the table.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.