Stone Cold Novels & Stories

As the floor turned cold, I shivered, fearing that I might catch a cold. The cold intensified, and an unexpected wind blew around, making me shiver even more. I looked at Kelvin and noticed he had removed his shirt. ‘Wait, what is he up to?’ I thought as he walked over to me, his impressive physique catching my attention. Suddenly, he bent down and put his face close to mine. My mind raced, wondering if he was about to kiss me. I blinked severally, holding my breath in anticipation. "Wear this shirt; it might reduce your cold," he whispered, and I exhaled in relief.

Chapter 25: The Ghost in the Ledger The absolute silence of Aiden’s private suite felt heavier than the roar of the trading floor. On the polished surface of the mahogany desk lay a thick, unmarked Manila envelope, sealed with red wax bearing the crest of the Sterling family. Beside it, the high-density monitors still flickered with green numbers—proof of their total, multi-billion-dollar victory over Sterling Global—but neither of them was looking at the stock charts.

Caelum unscrewed the iron cylinder, pulling out a fragment of dark runestone retrieved from the northern outpost. The moment the stone was exposed to the open air, the temperature on the sunlit training grounds plummeted by twenty degrees. Frost instantly crawled across the white marble floor, creeping toward Caelum’s boots. The stone wasn't dark silver or obsidian; it was a strange, chalky grey, radiating a hollow, abyssal chill that seemed to devour the surrounding light. Lyra reached out, her fingers hovering an inch above the grey stone. Her gold eyes widened in shock, her ancestral solar core violently recoiling, sending a sharp, defensive spike of heat through her veins.

I tried to hide all my money then I heard someone stamping on the door trying to open it forcefully. "Who was here?, show your face or we will start shooting " said by the robbers "It's me!, I am here" I replied with tears A torch light was pointed at us where we are hidden, I feel uncomfortable and undecent. I was half naked, wearing my nightgown. Which was made with net and soft materials. "Where are your money" asked by the robber's, "here" I replied.

His tone softened unusually, "If you say yes, I let you cum, if you remain silent...I dont" Undoing the tuck of her towel he let it slide down, watching her nakedness. She felt the coldness on her hot skin. As much as her hands instinctively went to cover her bosoms she dared to stay still, practicing her boldness. "Remember No lies. If you lie, I'd know"

Declan managed to get out before practically ripping my front door off the hinges and going outside. "He really hates him, doesn't he?" I asked Talia, who had an annoyed look on her face. "He does. He also is drawn to you when you say his name." Talia informed me. "Talia, I still have questions. What is a Saol Gra?" I asked her. Her eyes went wide, and she blushed. "It basically means soulmates. A Saol Gra is a life-long love. For fae people, it is eternal. When someone finds or delcares their Saol Gra, they are together until the other ceases to exist. Where did you hear about that, anyways?"Talia asked me. "It is one of the things I do actually rememer from my weird dream." I explained. "W

Dominic lowered his voice to me: "After that charity gala incident with Cassandra Mitchell and last week's Moontech Conference, the Stone family in the Northern Territory has already accumulated considerable connections; rumor has it they have secured several projects with major packs in just these few days." I lowered my gaze and murmured, "Mm".

** **Location: Conference Room 4B** No pleasantries. No context. Just a cold command. *4B.* The nickname whispered in hushed tones flashed in his mind: *The Silent Box.* No windows, only soundproofed walls and that infamous one-way mirrored glass turning occupants into specimens. A room for executions, not discussions. His gaze scanned the header again. No CC. No Elias Voss. Just him. Alone.

The clink of ice in crystal glasses was the only sound until the door opened. Mr. Sterling entered first, silver hair, perfect suit, the kind of man who’d learned to keep his face unreadable even when sharks circled. Mr. Choi followed, slimmer, sharper, his gaze assessing from the second he stepped inside both men carried themselves with the kind of authority that came from decades of money moving at their command. Two shareholders, two votes not nearly enough but a start. “Gentlemen,” I greeted, rising slightly before retaking my seat. Sterling gave me a courteous nod, Choi a slight incline of his head. They sat, not touching the drinks already waiting for them.

The earth was ripped open in a jagged line, raw and steaming. “What is all of this?” I whispered under my breath. “Thunderstone,” my voice whispered back in disbelief. My eyes widened. I had only heard of it in theory. A rare, volatile stone infused with dormant lightning, found in deep underground veins. Nearly impossible to control, yet Ronan had.