Whyman Dr Stone Novels & Stories

There was a quiet authority about him that made the others stand back slightly, giving him space. “James Williams,” the man said evenly. “You look exactly like I imagined.” James swallowed. “If there’s a problem—” “There’s always a problem,” the man interrupted. “The question is who pays for it.” James glanced around the yard. Guards stood far off, distracted, laughing among themselves. Too far. Too slow. The man tilted his head. “They call me Stone.” James nodded cautiously. “Stone,” he repeated. “I don’t want trouble.” Stone smiled, but it never reached his eyes. “Nobody ever does.”

It's the men that step out from the two cars in the middle that got my attention. The blonde headed guy with the light beige suit and white shirt is a familiar. Vincent Stone. He is Killers half-brother from his father's short affair with Vincent's Italian mother.

ANDREW ~ “Richard Stone,” Mason said, leaning against the wall of my studio apartment, arms crossed like he’d been holding onto that name for days. I paused halfway through lacing up my shoes, one knee braced against the bench I dragged in from the corner. “Who?” “That’s the name,” he repeated, slower this time, like he was letting it settle in. “That’s the person who’ll lead us to the people responsible for your mother’s accident.” I blinked at him. “Richard Stone.” I tested the name in my head, hoping it would click somewhere. It didn’t. “Never heard of him.”

She dialed it, and a young man's voice rang out from the other end of the line, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. "Hello, Ms. Stone. How nice it is to hear from you after all this time! Is there anything I can help you with?" The man on the other end of the line was Flynn Chapman, one of the most notorious gangsters in Drunham City. He was, at this moment, sitting at the table of a bar with his subordinates, surrounded by throes of beautiful, smoking hot ladies. One of them was perched on his lap, giggling and feeding his grapes by the bundle as he toyed with her bountiful bosom.

A few minutes later, the man emerged with a clean face and changed into trousers and a perfectly fitting gray sweater. No wonder Madame Jade's people looked scared yesterday, May thought to herself. Stone not only had a tough and terrifying appearance, but he also carried himself like someone who was capable of fighting. The gracefulness of his movements, the strength of his muscles when he moved. Something told May that the man could kill someone even before his enemy could blink if he wanted to. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" May asked tentatively. "Of course not," Stone answered, walking over. "Here, let me take off the bandage on your hand first."

His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now. "It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face. The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension. "You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.

, he said. "Who are you? What did you do to my stone-hearted CEO?", I asked him. It was a reference to a magazine I read months back. "Your love was strong enough to melt my Stone heart", said Dane. "I love you, Dane. I will love to revive our vows", I said to him. "That is much better than your initial response", said Dane with a chuckle. "Stop embarrassing me", I said rolling my eyes. I feel so much dumb. "Let us do this then Mrs Wellington", said Dane.

I didn’t realize Mark was still there until he spoke again. “It’s um… Mr. D-Daniel Stone.” He corrected in a shaky voice. I looked up from my file and frowned in confusion. I recalled Mr. Stone trying to say something to me that day when Adrian took me to meet them. I didn’t get to meet him later and Adrian informed me that his parents were gone to attend a relative’s funeral the next week. When I didn’t hear a word from him after their return, I assumed that whatever he had to say wasn’t much important. Apparently I was wrong.

Austin stepped back and sat on the bench by the window as my niece and nephew hugged me gently, Amelia talking a hundred miles a minute, a clear indication she’d been concerned about me. The doctor arrived and ordered everyone out. “Can Austin stay?” I asked. “Sure.” My dad shared some secret badass man chin lift with Austin and then my family filed out of the room and Austin stood beside my bed again. “I’m Dr. Stone,” the handsome doctor said. “Related to Macey?” “She married my brother,” Dr. Stone said. “Lucky bastard.” I smiled. “Let’s have a look at you.”

He looked at Iden and paused, breath held. He always paused before speaking to him. Something about this man—like he was forged in fire, still cooling. Iden didn’t move. “Talk.” James cleared his throat and set a folder on the desk—carefully. Like it might detonate. “Miss Stone. She served a year in prison. Attempted suicide... multiple times. Diagnosed with major depressive disorder. Screamed most nights. Mute during the day.” Iden’s jaw twitched. “They called her haunted. Said she saw ghosts. Real ones. Not metaphor.”