Novel & Cerita Stoner

Brandon stated. I KNEW IT!! Nobody can move that fast at a scene. Brad knows this area as he knows computers. Once he has his prey– he will strike. If he does get help, then everything will go smoother. “Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?”

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

She snarled. "The fuck are you talking about? Touch your butt? Why would I do so? That man..." He looked around and realized that the man had run off earlier. He exhaled deeply. "Someone was trying to steal from you and I..." The lady with the glowy eyes cuts him off. "Don't you dare come up with some ridiculous joke. Who doesn't know you? You are Tristan Stone. The man who literally went through girls as if they were clothes!" She exclaimed.

Anxious out of her wits when she felt someone staring at her. That was the first time she saw him. He had a cold look in his glacier-jade eyes. His face was stoic. Tattoos started from his neck disappearing into his shirt. Silver rings clad his fingers and a tattoo of the wild was engraved on the fingers of his left hand. He looked like the perfect definition of dangerous and sinister especially because of those cold eyes. He was so intimidating and daunting making it difficult for her to even breathe and he was the same now after all these months. The only difference was the light beard caressing his face.

Katerina: “Hello?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I answered whoever was calling. Nathan, who was asleep by my side, opened his eyes, frowning in confusion at who was calling this early in the morning. “Hello, is this Mrs. Katerina Kozlov?” A man asked. “Yes, it’s me” I said, sitting up. Nathan sat up, shaking his head in confusion before a smile replaced his forming frown. “I am Professor Jasper from…”

“He’s a hockey player, you know who that is. He’s the kid that everyone is talking about, Ranger. He’s from New York, he transferred schools for the programme here in Austin.” I groan and place my hand to my head. “A fucking hockey player, are you kidding me right now? Call the doctor Madi, I think I’m bursting an aneurysm here.” She comes to me laughing and giggling. “They’re not all like you were, Stone.” “Hey what is that supposed to mean, Mrs Stone?” “Well, you couldn’t keep it in your pants and that’s why jerk off Levy called me in to sort out your image.”

Over the years, after being backstabbed by Ricky more times than he could count, Dominic had come to understand that when facing an unknown enemy, it was best to bide one's time and act cautiously. "Stone, go test his strength," he ordered. "Yes, sir," Stone replied. Dressed in a black robe, Stone rarely spoke, but his towering frame—nearly six foot five inches tall—and the massive demon-headed broadsword strapped to his back made it clear to anyone that he was not someone to mess with.

The phone dropped from my hand, and Robby was quick enough to catch it. Jesus Christ of Nazareth! What kind of shameless animal is this, Adam Stone? He is shameless enough to the extreme of staining his own name. He is okay with all this shit on his name and legacy? He is proud of this disgusting sh*t he has in life? The nerve of this sick bastard! What sort of being is he? What is wrong with him because I want to believe that no sane person would act this way? Is he mentally retarded? An apathetic psychomaniac? A…