Stony Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Is something wrong? You've been standing here like a statue without coming in." I rolled my eyes, "I'm not interested in this party Stacy. Why do I have to come to a mating ceremony every year?" She playfully hit my shoulder, "Don't be such a party popper! This is a great opportunity for you to finally find your mate!" Stacy is also one of the people who knows my secrets and she is supportive and kind. She's the only friend I can open up to because she's sincere. She also used to bs like me for a few years until she finally found her mate.

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – MY DRAGON MATE 2.⁠ ⁠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

- She is a bossy idiot. “And a castrator,” I add. Stone laughs, getting up and leaving the room without another word. Kira closes the door behind her. — Strangely, you don't have many marks of him. “Huh?” "It makes me reach out and touch my neck like he left a hickey there. — Most girls who leave the room de Stone has way more marks than anything you've ever owned. Most girls at school talk about it, that's how I know.

was becoming messy. I sat down saying nothing. He left her and asked why I was in the office. "You have left me with no choice but to come and settle with, with...her. " I stuttered almost calling her mistress which could have caused more harm. I got up, hugged the fool, I mean Monica, almost swearing under my breath. I put on my acting skills and apologized to her. She, all smiles "My Diamond, we have a lot to discuss, we need to be together now, shouldn't we?. I moved close to him adjusting his tie deliberately. I saw his face lit with love and he became excited." Yay! my love, so many things to do within a short time. "he replied. " By the way, we have an unfinished business my Diamond,

“Zayn isn’t even playing.” “So, Ford? Why do you win the sad life award?” Zayn asked, instead of sharing his horrible childhood. I shrugged, the alcohol making it easier to share, “the pack hated me, beat me up daily, and called me a bastard. Especially the alpha heir. Oh, my mom was most likely raped by my father. As a teenager I was forced to move here and become an alpha. And I lost my chosen mate.” “Doesn’t sound that bad. I mean, I’ve heard some worse stories.” Rayan seemed unimpressed.

Stone kick-started the bicycle and revved the motor a few times some time recently yelling over the sound of the engine, “You fair have to keep in mind two things. To begin with, remain the fuck absent from the soul suckers. Continuously keep one of the others between you and them as you weave in and out.” Marc scowled. “But what aboot them? The lasses?” “What approximately them?” The lively grin fell from Stone’s confront. “They’re nothing but Fae, man. Fae chicks aren’t great for anything but sucking my cock and utilizing for bait.” Marc was stunned into hush at the fervency in his voice. But fair like that, it was gone and the fun-loving grin was back. It happened so rapidly he half ponde

I locked the door and grinned. I pinned her with the door and caged her between my huge figure and the door. She looked up at me through her thick lashes. She gulped hard as I leaned closer to her ear. "It's payback time Neha. I have to punish you for being so naughty around me. For troubling me and for making my parents scold me today." I whispered huskily. I leaned down and touched the tip of my nose with her neck. She whimpered as my nose touched her skin. I inhaled her fresh lavender scent deeply. I filled my lungs with her scent and it was heavily.

he said, looking wronged. I coldly watched as he continued his act, not feeling anything inside. Howard and Jeremy squeezed themselves into the room behind Michael, too. "Ari, why are you throwing a tantrum?" Howard asked, pretending to be concerned. Jeremy was even more direct. "I heard you wanted to marry that Treyist from the Gordon family? Stop joking. I bet he's never even touched a woman's hand before." "Exactly. How can someone like Charles Gordon possibly be worthy of you?" Michael took the chance to grab my hand. "Don't be stubborn, Ari. I know you're just testing my sincerity."

Before I could say anything, Damon’s dramatic sigh drifted back towards us, loud enough for the entire mountain to hear. “Did you hear that, my lady?” he groaned, glancing over his shoulders at me with a wounded expression. “I am at the bottom of her list. You have clearly asked about me, and look, Stacy manages to make it all about herself. She is so selfish.” “You,” she snapped. In a split second, Stacy bent down, plucked a tiny pebble from the ground, and flicked it at Damon with a perfect warrior’s precision. Tap! It smacked right onto his ass.

When he stepped up to the booth and saw my face, the admiration in his eyes gave him away completely, and his pace visibly faltered. I idly swirled the cocktail in my hand and said, "When do you plan to return the ten thousand gold coins you owe me from our last open-world PvP?" That one sentence, known only to the two of us in-game, was enough to strip away all of his defenses. The unruly top-tier assassin's ears turned red almost instantly, and he stammered as he called me "Moonwalker". As we were chatting, the lounge door opened, and Stacy rushed in, panting heavily. She had deliberately chosen a soft, floral dress with a pure, alluring look, ready to secure her second target.