Stoner Novels & Stories

⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – MY FAT MATE 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – MY POSSESSIVE MATE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – MY ABUSED MATE 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – MY ASSASSIN MATE 6.⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

When he saw the hesitant expression of the lapidarist, he knew that there must be a problem here. He yelled, “Don’t talk nonsense! Who is Thomas? The hottest jewelry celebrity in the Southland District. He never made a mistake when picking a rough stone, so each of them is a top-quality rough stone. How could such an outstanding person pick ten low-quality rough stones? I would believe it if there were one or two low-quality rough stones as it might be a miss. But ten low-quality rough stones in a row? Do you guys think that I’m a fool? If you still don’t want to tell the truth, I’ll get rid of you!”

I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant. But I never will fall for anyone because it's not in my nature. My nature is to feed upon the living and to eat as much human flesh as I can. I waste nothing, I eat every last bit of a person and give bones to the wildlife outside. This castle dates back to my family for centuries since possibly the early fourteen hundreds. The girl had finally stopped screaming and crying when I had hit a major artorie. I sometimes take pieces of them off and have Wilson grill them in front of me while the victims scream and cried in pain. I enjoy the screams I hear, it turns me on like crazy.

I heard my phone ring and a few seconds later Reno answered my call. "Michael, it's a pleasant surprise that you're calling me now," Reno said on the other line. "Reno, my tracker just got back today and he has information about the rogues and the werewolf hunters," I said to Reno and I heard him take a deep breath. I can tell that he was already frustrated just hearing the words 'rogues' and 'hunters'. "Okay, I'm listening," Reno replied.

It was then I discovered he was in platoon five. Demola was a 'kegite' on the campus. You see the kegites every evening dancing, drumming, using local drums. They usually turn to Christian songs to sing theirs. They pervert Christian songs. They dance, sing and scream all over the place. They usually put a keg of palm wine - a local keg in the middle. They dance and drink palm wine cheering themselves. Demola was Lucifer, one of the topmost officers, in fact, the overall leader of the kegites. Meeting Demola, popularly known as Demoo by students but the Lucifer of their fellowship. I mean kegites fellowship, I saw them on campus as a nuisance. They make so much noise in singing perverted Chr

Conner leaned against the rail beside him “So, Mr. Conner, how can I help you? Or is it Detective Conner?” “Officially, it’s Mr. Conner, but I’d rather you just called me Case.” “Okay, Case. I’m Stan. I assume this is about the Video killer?” “That’s right,” Conner replied. “A terrible thing,” Hollenbech said, shaking his head. “You guys making any progress?”

Panic surges up my throat like acid. Then he steps into the frame. Preston. That smug, reptilian grin stretched across his face like he just won the goddamn lottery. His voice slithers out, low and mocking, a poor imitation of my drawl. “Colton Stone,” he says, dragging my name like a blade. “So glad you could join us.” I clench my jaw so hard it aches. “What do you want?”

"Go remind that absolute waste of space exactly what he threw away. Show them how radiant your life is now." "Fine," I said, my voice hardening. "Send me the location." "The dress and your date are already on their way," Zaria said. "His name is Stone. He is an elite lone wolf, fresh from the arena floor. He is strong, obedient, and very easy on the eyes. Treat him like a well-trained bodyguard." The line went dead. "Who was that?" Eliora asked, leaning against the car bonnet. "A change of plans," I said.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."