Stone Cold Novels & Stories

She looked at the stone that Rhys was holding thirty feet away. At the cold coming off it. “The stone recognises me,” she said. Not a question. “Yes,” I said. “As what,” she said. “As threat or as origin.” I looked at her. The stone had gone cold. Warning. That was how I had read it. But cold was not the same as threat. Cold was recognition of something significant. The stone had been warm for recognition of the companion relationship. It had gone cold for something different. Not threat. Origin.

I reached out and placed the tip of my finger against the nearest stone's surface, the specific, minimal contact of someone who wants to receive information through touch without committing to more contact than the information requires, and the cold of the stone arrived in my fingertip with a quality that I identified immediately as wrong in the specific way of wrong that means something is happening that physics does not account for. Stone holds the temperature of its environment, and the environment of this valley on this night was cold, and the stone should have been the temperature of the cold environment, and it was colder than the cold environment, which meant that the cold in the ston

"Fix it. Send someone here now." "Yes, sir. Right away." I hung up. The cold worked its way under my jacket, crawling along my spine. My hands shook once before I made them stop. Traffic noise scraped at my ears, each sound dragging something raw with it. I put both palms on the hood. The metal bit through the fabric of my gloves. Cold. Unforgiving. I hit it with my fist. Not hard enough to damage anything. Just to hear something solid. The sound bounced off the buildings and came back empty.

So, it’s going to be a quick trip. Stone- (Huffing laughing) Lesley thinks Justin can only go three days and keep it in his pants. Me- How long can you go? Stone- With hand jobs from myself? A year. Me- You haven’t had a woman help you get off since you met me? Stone- Why do you have to call me out? Me- It’s my job. (My boarding group is called) Me- It’s time. Stone- Change my contact. Me- Yes, sir.

she asked, trying to sound professional despite her growing frustration. Joe puffed on his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled into the night air. “Mia Stone.” Allie’s eyes widened. “Mia Stone? Isn’t she shooting a new film with Cameron in Hollywood?” Mia Stone was a legend. She’d burst onto the scene at sixteen and dominated the entertainment world for over a decade, winning countless awards and becoming a global icon. Recently, she’d made history as the first Asian lead in a Cameron blockbuster, cementing her international stardom. Beyond her professional accolades, Mia Stone’s personal life was equally captivating—a puzzle the media had yet to solve.

Stone's cold voice rose and got all our attention. "Why, are you afraid?" Willa shrugged. "How fierce." Stone let out a short laugh, "I like." "And I like snow rabbits. What difference does it make when you are gonna kill me?" Willa responded quickly. I doubted Stone understood that reference. "The difference is," Stone laughed coldly, "I'll let you die quickly if you stop pissing me off."

"There's a hidden camera on my clothes linked to my comm-stone. It recorded the whole thing—including the part where Selene jumped. But she threw the stone down the stairs. I... my legs are too shaky to go down there. Can you get it for me?" Before Zander could even give the order, Stuart—who had been standing behind him like a shadow—bolted down the stairs. He scooped the stone out of the pool of blood. Zander had custom-ordered this high-end version for Elena when she left the hospital; it was made of military-grade, blast-proof materials. Despite being hurled from the fourth floor, there wasn't a single scratch on it. Stuart walked back up and handed it to Elena. Hearing about the recordi

No one talks about them, not Sandro or even Aurora. "Oh God!, what if I don't get my job done well. Will he beat me?" Karla shivered visibly and Maria had to laugh. "No dear. I've known Sandro for a long time. He's a nice man even if it's hard to see, but when he's angry or in a bad mood...which is almost all time. He roars, barks, throws things, even deck the guy responsible but he never beats a woman. I've never seen him try it at all.

He touches my forehead, and it scares me as his hand seems to burn my skin, I pull away, looks straight ahead. — So... What... What is this stone? — I ask, stuttering, looking at that huge boulder in front of us, and trying not to think about the tension that wants to seize me. Raúl seems to want to provoke me, and he puts his arm on the back of my seat. — They call it the Witches' Stone. It is one of the few vestiges of the Ice Age. — Why do you have that name? You said there was a story about her...

“She's pissed that you deviated and since she can't manhandle you over this, she wants to descend her anger on me.” Adrian scoffed, putting up a frown. He touched Leo on his shoulder. “Stand! You're going with me.” “She will deal with me when you're gone.” Leo panicked. “I'll free you from her bonds.” Adrian promised with authority reflecting in his voice. “Most people sentenced to coldstone are tortured by ice and murdered. A mass burial is conducted on them.” “Huh?” Adrian shrieked in horror as Leo spoke, his eyes were eagerly looking at him. He has never been afraid of the queen more than this moment.