Stony Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Shallow Ridge Orphanage was on the other side of the north, and with the orphanage lacking in modern technology aside from a lined phone, I doubted they had heard of the Mystic Pack’s demons Alpha and Luna. "Alpha Stone is my fated mate, Stella." I smiled warmly at her as her eyes rounded. The worry I saw in them earlier when she mentioned Adan’s name was gone, replaced with happiness that was always there whenever I told her my jokes or the fantasies I would conjure while I was still living under her wings.

She needed proof, irrefutable evidence that could bring Harding crashing down. She crept along the hull of the yacht, her fingers searching for a vantage point, a crack in the facade. She found a small opening near a porthole, just large enough to peek through. Okay, I can definitely help you continue Chapter 37 of "Heart of Stone." I'll focus on thrills, villains, and conflict, and make sure it's at least 1290 words long. Here we go!

As we walked down the street, I couldn’t help but look up at the moon. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked out loud, more to myself than to him. “MMMHHHMMM.” He mumbled in response. I turned us down my street, and he stopped walking. I looked up at him confused. “My house is right down there.” I told him pointing to my house. As I looked at my driveway, I noticed that my parents’ car was gone. “What is a pretty girl doing outside this late at night?” I heard a voice come from the shadows. I felt Declan stiffen up at the sound, but he didn’t move. I turned towards the voice. “Who’s there?” I called out. “Don’t talk to it, Nemi.” Declan whispered in my ear. I jumped, not prepared for him to le

His eyes dropped, and his shoulders slumped, as if the weight of his doubts had become unbearable. Eira's agility faltered, her speed diminished by the Shadowstone's energy. Her feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes darted wildly, seeking an escape from the suffocating pressure. "It's as if the stone senses our intentions," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tristan's face set in a grim mask, his determination forged in the fire of adversity. "We must reassure the Shadowstone of our pure intentions," he declared, his voice steady.

Wild child says and my brothers shout yeah and, aye. “We would have to make sure it didn’t come back to Honey. That whatever we do to that piece of shit does not affect her in any way. So we can’t have any witnesses. But what we can do, though, is something more fun.” I say, and that causes them all to look at me with intrigue. “Tell us, what you have in that head that is more fun than a good old-fashioned beat down?” Stone asks and I smirk. “Jeremy Fuller is all about his fans, right?” I look around and they nod in thought.

Pookie with more enthusiasm than Mama's, engaging in an conversation with him to explore more about their friendship. She muttered something about food and left, leaving both of them alone. Donavan watched as she left, her strides faster, as if she couldn't wait to distance herself from him. Her denial yet again was tempting, challenging and god forbid he had ravished it from the beginning. So when she presented it yet again it surely annoyed him, but not without compelling him to accept it as a challenge. It was her bad that he took it upon heart, to bend her, to mold her, as per his wishes. She could run all she wanted but he knew she would be caught, today or tomorrow, and then there woul

But she hasn't even called me even once after the news broke. "Help me Dane. They are going to throw me out soon. No one is going to help us. Not even your best friend Jake. Everyone is against us", I said to him Disheartened. That was when I felt it the squeeze. I didn't lift my head up. Was he really doing it? I waited and did the squeeze again. I tried to move my hands out of his. But he held it tight for a weak person. Am I dreaming again? This wouldn't be real I was so sure. My mind is playing me. I gently lifted my head to find him stare at me. I was elated to see the blue eyes gazing me again. I felt warmth and cold at the same time. He took a few labored breath.

So I think once I do have time I just have to spend a few hours planning this storyline and typing some chapters before I can actually feel ready to publish. Maybe do Stolen Alpha for 5 days a week and this one for one day a week or something. I'll figure it out ;) anyway here it. As always I love hearing your thoughts. And thank you for your support. Orion’s pov Izzy sounded like she had cried but came down to eat a few minutes later looking fine—well, still bruised, but fine. Better than fine, actually beautiful.

A morning like this was what I craved for each day since I was confined to his penthouse because of the stalker issue. "Ann is my friend from your fansite, we used to go to your book signings. You were always too busy to recognize us, but we adore you either way," I kissed his chest and try to peel myself away, thinking I overshared already. "Where are you going?" he let me go but the look on his face was unreadable as if he was still waiting for me to finish my story but glad that I decided to end it.

EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER Queen woke up in the morning, opened the windows, looked through them, and smiled. Today was going to be a wonderful day because her fiancé, Bryce, was visiting. He belonged to a different gang called: "The Wild Stallions," and he was coming so they could finalize their engagement because she turned eighteen yesterday. She had been betrothed to him since she was ten, and ever since then, she had only had him in her heart. He was strong, charming, and everything she wanted. She believed that with him in her life, everything was going to be perfect.