Novel & Cerita Stoner

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

He did when she entered the room to place the lampstand exactly where the first one had been. Damien looked at the lamp now with such anger and rage, then with a swift movement of his strong arm, he hit the lampstand knocking it away from where it was carefully kept and smashing it to pieces against the wall. Not yet satisfied with letting out his growing rage inside him, he went for the large wooden bed he stood close to next. Raising it lightly from beneath, he flung it towards his glass window, smashing it into the windowing and shattering it. He did not stop there but continued by grabbing anything he could lay his strong hands on and destroying it bare or threw it against the wall and b

My heart rate doubled instantly, and I felt Artemis stir weakly in the back of my mind. The door swung open, and Benjamin Thorne stepped in, his imposing figure filling the doorway. Behind him, I caught glimpses of other men—Stavros, his face tight with anticipation; Bennett, looking uncomfortable but resolute; Cassius, smirking openly; and Alpha Michael Barker. Behind them, holding a medical bag, stood Dr Stone, a man I recognised from my time with Benjamin’s pack.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

"Stay away from her, Ace. She has nothing to do with this. Why do you want to kill someone innocent? Don't you stand by some type of code?" "Code?" He seethed, body stiffening, "I've killed men, women, and children. There is no fucking code. I do what needs to be done when it needs to be done. Now, where was I?" He tapped his index finger against his chin feigning deep thought before continuing, "Oh yes, those high cheekbones that pierce through. Fuck. Just fuck. She looks like she belongs in one of those fantasy fiction movies with hot as fuck fairies and shit."

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

“I would really like to believe you, but in what mind does it fit that the great actor Dominic Stone saved an ordinary woman like me?” “Right into a stubborn little head like yours!”