Novel & Cerita Stoner

I know exactly who he’s talking about. “Who the fuck’s sister, Damon?” I say through clenched teeth. “I mean you won’t know the kid, he’s one of our low end drug dealers, I…” “What’s his name?” I yell through the phone. I could feel the veins popping out of my head. “Josh Stone.” I compulsively hang up the phone, and throw it on the ground not even bothering to hand it back to Mario. I can hear him trying to catch up with me as I practically run to my car.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

“Who is this dude?” Lucas spoke in a frightened voice. His eyes scanned the 10 feet man from head to toe and what terrified him was the man’s eyes were glowing yellow just like the glowing green eyes he saw in the woods. “His name is Stone, one of the werewolves,” Bonnie whispered. On Stone’s neck was a tattoo of a crescent moon. Around his neck was a pedant with a wooden centerpiece carved into a crescent moon.

he says as he slowly caresses my cheek and places one last kiss on my lips. Russell ✨✨(Third Person POV~ Russell stands by the entrance to the locker rooms, his nerves are in full course as he feels the adrenaline and vertigo crazed inside his body. His hands clammy and a shiver runs through his spine. He closes his eyes and sighs, tilting his head back, and concentrates on calming himself down. )✨✨

I'm sure whatever shit hole bar he was in, they knew that he was stone drunk. ‘It was not me that killed this man; it was the alcohol.’

I blinked a bit, completely speechless on what to say. “Um….we haven't…..we haven't set a date yet” He nodded “doesn't really look like a homely man though” I raised a brow—who asked for his opinion? “You don't say” He shrugged “I'm just saying, Tori. He looks too business minded and too serious. His face also looks very familiar” “Duncan Stones, heir to Stones fortune and Stones Industry” I gave a biography on the spot. I noticed his face go pale a bit like he couldn't believe his ears “oh” he said, the words coming out a bit strangled.

The safe house, a rustic cabin nestled deep within the heart of Blackwood Forest, offered a temporary respite from the digital storm raging outside. The thick stone walls and lack of electronic devices provided a sanctuary from Zero's prying eyes, but the sense of unease lingered, a constant reminder of the danger they faced. Inside, James Lilion was experiencing a breakthrough in his recovery. The isolation, the clean air, and the constant care provided by May and Alex had worked wonders. He was stronger, more alert, and his memories were slowly returning, piecing together the fragments of his shattered past.

Monica shouted. But before anyone could move, the red light exploded outward, forming a large rectangle in the air above the table. The light solidified, became a screen, and on that screen appeared a face. Aiden Stone. He looked older than I remembered from the few times I’d seen him. His dark hair had more gray in it now, and new scars crossed his face. His eyes were the same though—cold and calculating, the eyes of a predator who’d seen too much and cared too little.

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.

And I—Samantha Stone, world-class assassin, prankster extraordinaire, proud commitment-phobe—had just bonded with the most off-limits wolf on the entire continent. I was so, so royally screwed. ARGHHH.