Stoner Novels & Stories

“Scream, you filthy beast. I’ll make you scream!” Stanley kept picking up stones until he found one the size of half a human head. He hefted it, ready to smash it down when I lunged, furious, and shoved him away. He swung the stone back at my head and howled, “You witch!” Pain thundered through my skull, and I blacked out, warm blood gushing down my face. In my last fading vision, I saw Thor the Tiger in the pen throw his head back and roar, his whole body trembling.

This is her house now so she needed to get used to all of it's unfamiliarities. Alicia immediately lashed her eyes forward where the Stonehedge towered closer and closer making the distance between them shrink so rapidly. For some reason, Alicia kept having a strange feeling about the hedge. Most especially when the Stonehedge kept glimmering with the that color of a brandishing ancient black crystals which has everything medieval clouded around it. Alicia passed the Stonehedge, the strange stone monoliths silhouetted against the horizon and immediately Alicia paused. Something caught her damned interest. The strange stone only exhibits the strange aura once anyone unfamiliar gets closer to

[reminder: Stacy is a nickname for a male dwarf] [somewhere in a secret place] “Do you think he's gonna come?” Stacy cleared his throat and spit on the ground. “I’m sure of it. He is one step from death, and I could hear in his voice he was aware of it.” Jenn took a drag on the cigarette and puffed the smoke out from her chest. For a second, Stacy couldn’t see his face clearly. “I didn’t know you could smoke so well,” the dwarf narrowed his eyes. “After what I have come through with Dervel, smoking is just one of the things I learned since then.”

His hair, turned silver with age, fell gently over a face that had long forgotten how to smile. Elias Stone. Founder and Commander of VORTEX. To the world, he was just a wealthy philanthropist funding genetic research for “disease control.” But to the hidden supernatural community, he was a monster…the ghost that hunted their kind, the man whose labs turned their kin into test subjects.

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

"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

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.