Stanley Dr Stone Novels & Stories

“None. I have been reading up on what little information is available on this. In all of the cases I’ve read about, the babies are born healthy, with extremely high IQ’s.” “Oh! Well that’s more than we knew about before!” I’m extremely relieved to hear that the babies were apparently born healthy. I can tell my husband feels the same, as his posture relaxes upon hearing this new information. “I’ve been trying to decide what to do, honestly. But I think you are going to need this.” Dr. Tawny reaches into her lab coat and passes me a business card. Printed gold script on black cardstock, It’s an address and phone number for someone called “Stanley Martin, PhD, Occult Studies.”

God knew what was waiting for me. “Enough chatter, it’s time to tell you Miss Holland that I won’t leave you alone!” that male voice intervened and every time I heard it sent shivers through my body. “I see, Mr Stone…” I approved by looking at him, but the bandages still bothered me. “So you do know me...” His voice got a tone lower. “Who doesn’t? Are you here because...” I had to acknowledge the actor’s notoriety but there was no guarantee that the man in front of me, whom I couldn’t see, was actually Dominic Stone.

I scrolled through my phone bored and found the online news website. The trending news headline read: Mrs. Candice Stone Investigated For The Murder Of Her Son, Late Richard Stone.

"It isn't. I don't have any affection for you. I just really need it." I punched him. "What do you think of me clothesline ?!" he just laughed. "He's here. You should shut up." I stared at him before I faced him. Damn, we're away. I saw the headmaster walking towards the podium. He sneezed first before speaking. "News has broken. The stone from district one has been stolen." We all sighed at what the headmaster said. "Stone as in the Trait Stone?" I asked the one next to me. "Yes." I turned to him. "You knew?" he nodded.

a slightly anxious middle-aged man's voice asked. "This is she. Who's speaking?" "Ms. Stone, I'm sorry to disturb you! This is Dylan from Old Mr. Pryor's office." His voice grew urgent. "Old Mr. Pryor is asking that you come in right away—something very serious has happened!" My tone stayed flat. "Dylan, I've already resigned from Pryor Inc. Whatever's happening there has nothing to do with me anymore." Just as I was about to hang up, his voice rose desperately. "Ms. Stone! Please, hear me out! There's a huge issue with the acquisition project Mr. Pryor was overseeing. You're the only one who can fix it!"

He smiled as we walked out of the private room towards the waiting area. I caught Belinda's gaze as she stood up from her seat, making her way towards us. I turned my attention back to him, returning the smile. "Thank you so much, Dr. Stone." He rolled his eyes, literally waving away my formal way of address him. "You can call me Noah. If you need anything, you know where to find me." He held my gaze for a fleeting moment before turning on his heel and walking back inside the office. This time when Belinda and I walked through the pack land, I had a genuine smile on my face.

She remembered reading countless magazine issues about him, including recently on ‘Forbes’ where he made the list of “Richest Worldwide Billionaires Under The Age Of 30.” He was nicknamed the Stone-Hearted CEO of The Woods Corporation because of his cold and ruthless demeanor. Despite his nasty attitude, he remained the most loved and desired bachelor in the city. However, he remained single and uninterested in women through the years. They said he sometimes sent women to jail for stalking or barely standing too close to him. ‘Wait! They also said something like, ‘he can't touch women, and he was impotent,’ Kourtney recalled, and her eyes widened in shock. She instantly remembered that they

Stanford really had an eye for rare pieces—her eyes sparkled as she examined the stones. “What do you think, Seb?” she asked him. I looked at Sebastian, who was still staring at me and ignoring Stanford completely. I glared at him, worried she might catch him looking at me. I didn’t want to lose a client for something this ridiculous. He simply curled his lip into a smirk before turning to Stanford, who was now occupied with another gemstone. “This one’s better.” He picked up the red beryl and held it near Stanford’s neck. “Don’t you think so, sister?”

“What?!” “Mr. Xander? This is St. Mary’s Hospital. Miss Stone has just been discharged, but she left behind a few personal items. We’ve been trying to reach her—” Dylan froze. “What did you say? She’s been discharged?!”

I scanned the content of the article, learning several things. Mr stone was 34. He had inherited the company after his father had died a few years ago. He was unmarried and without children. During his spare time, he liked to go riding. He liked to work hard, and play hard. The article mentioned numerous exclusive clubs he attends within the city, and his appreciation of beautiful women. I rolled my eyes at the last comment. That was hardly a surprise. Then my gaze landed on his net worth. £4.8 billion. I stared at the figure. What did you even do with £4.8 billion? I looked over at the slightly crumpled shirt and trousers I’d bought. I’d definitely buy better clothes to begin with