Stony Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“That’s messed up, seriously. This bonding just fucks up people in the worst possible ways. One loses the freedom to choose and love. I am sorry, Kilran.” “Yes, that bastard has destroyed your life first, forcefully took my sister from you and then laid his hands on my mate as well,” the anger seeped in every vein I possessed and Adiyan tensed at the reminder. “I will never give up on Karica. There is something you need to know about me too.” His hand stretched out and a glowing ball of fire began to swirl on his palm, except it wasn't touching his palm and was hovering in the air. Just like Karica had shown us, I visibly gasped, almost jumping out of my seat.

She patted my back gently, "you alright?" It was only then did I realize that I was gasping for breath. The effects of the vision I was thrust into. I waved her away, "I'm fine, fine... what did you just call me?" Liza grinned, "an overpowered studdess." I raised an eyebrow, "and what is a studdess?" "A female version of a stud." "...." "I'm done with you." Liza laughed and nudged my shoulder, "Don't pretend it's not true. You were so badass out there I almost didn't recognize you!"

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

He was hanging onto the edge of the broken bridge with one hand, holding me with the other. But the effort was too much. I watched in horror as the black obsidian stone on his arm began to spread at lightning speed. It raced up his shoulder and toward his neck. "Let me go!" I sobbed. "You're turning to stone! If you don't let go, you'll freeze like that and fall with me!" Alaric looked down at me. His eyes were turning into solid black glass. He couldn't speak, but one final thought flickered into my mind before the link died completely.

The granite edge bit into her hips with every thrust, bruising deliciously. Stacey pushed back, meeting his slams, one hand reaching under to fondle his sack, rolling the heavy orbs. "Choke me fantasy of the dominant boss," she gasped. His hand wrapped her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to blur her vision, pulse thundering under his fingers.

A man whose hungry kiss had just set every single nerve in my body on fire, making me completely forget Tyler’s name for several long, dizzying seconds. I rolled over onto my side, tucking my legs close to my chest. Stone was lying on the small leather couch across the room again. His massive, muscular frame was simply too big for the furniture, his long legs stretching awkwardly over the armrest. I listened closely to the darkness. I could hear his steady, deep breathing. He wasn’t asleep either. I was learning very quickly that Stone rarely did anything he didn’t want to do, and that included pretending to give me space when he really wanted to be close. This whole thing was supposed to be

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Everything is too much of a coincidence for me to trust any of it. I am overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by anger, betrayal, loss, pain. You name it, I’m feeling it. And Daya is right there, still trying to convince me I can trust her and that we are mates. I almost laugh at her words. “Mates?! Clearly, you believe Justin is your mate. I’m some sucker who you’ve been fucking with this entire time. You probably drugged me to make me believe that there is an actual mate bond between us. Tell me, Miss Stone, how many men are willing to spread your legs for to get the Alpha title?” As the words leave my mouth, her fist connects with my jaw, and my head whipped to the side. I taste blood pooling inside m

I could tell Anthony wanted to go after Stacy, but he agreed because he knew I was right. "Okay," Anthony said, and I left the Dining Hall to find Stacy. I walked outside the Castle to the backyard to see her sitting in the garden. I walked over to her and sat next to her. "You knew, didn't you?" Stacy asked "I thought he was your Mate because you said I smelled mouthwatering. I wasn't one hundred percent sure he was your Mate, though," I replied "I can't accept him. He can't be my Mate," Stacy said "Why not?" I asked confused "Because he is a Lycan."

“This is Lennon Stark.” Morena’s mouth dropped open. “Are we talking… ‘Infinite Euphoria’ Lennon Stark?” Lennon chuckled. “Is there another one I don’t know about?” Everly chuckled and nudged him with her elbow. “Yes, nice to meet you.” Morena looked back and forth between them. “Wow… I never would have guessed a fantasy author would be dating a rock star.” Lennon saw that Everly was about to tell her they weren’t a couple, so he jumped in.