Novels by Bella Stone

“Good,” I whisper fiercely. “Ruin me, Ryan. I want you to.”“You’re clenching around me.” His voice has gone deeper yet. “You like this.”“Of course I do.” Ryan shifts his hand, his palm rubbing against my clit, and suddenly words are pouring from my lips. “I like you staking your claim on me.”“Is that what I’m doing?” He finally begins to move his hand, his searching fingers finding my G-stop and stroking it lightly.“Isn’t it?” I have to fight not to lift my hips, fight not to moan. “Staking your claim. Tarnishing me. Warning off everyone else.”“Emily.” He says my name like it’s a song he’s recently memorized. “Who said anything about warning off everyone else?” He nips my earlobe lightly. “What if I want to share? What if I pull your panties to the side and let whoever is interested come over here and f*** you against my chest?”My entire body clenches, but I’m too dazed to decide if it’s in protest or desire. “You’d do that?”He goes still for one endless moment. Then Hades curse

At the point she wanted nothing but to be with him. “Take me,” the words left her mouth without control and then Ryan smiled. “Good. I plan on putting a baby in you.” he smirkedIt’s a reckless, dangerous thought, but the idea of him trying against all odds to knock me up makes my stomach flutter in ways nothing else has. The confidence in his tone, the way such a dirty idea spills from his mouth like it’s nothing big… I’m a sucker for it, and I lean forward, kissing him.We stand this way, tongue against tongue, hands on each other, until he hefts me up off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, and soon we’re moving through the rest room on office, to his personal bedroom.We collapse on the bed and Ryan’s weight presses down against me, pinning me there. Hugging him, I take control for only a moment, sucking on his tongue and dragging my fingers through his hair, fistfuls of rich brown locks in my grasp. It’s short, but it feels glorious, me taking the lead. Ryan pulls back,

“Okay... I will..” he said looking at her. He was already moving back about to go but paused and met her face which was filled with emotions as well. Although the two hearts were at war and confusion had taken place, their wolves were different. The duo wanted nothing but for their skin to be molded together. Their mate bond was stronger than the hatred or confusion that lay in their hearts. Ryan’s green eyes sparkled and dazzled with emotions, he walked closer to her while Emily pushed forward. Ryan gently raised his hand to her face and pushed her hair backward, he gummed his lips on hers, and the sweet taste of berry laid on his tongue. He took in her lower lips and savored the soft fruity taste that came from it. He fished his hand to her waist and slowly caress it to make her moan. He smiled when he heard her moan so he continued while she clasped her hand to the back of his neck. She played with the strands of his black bushy hair. Emily moaned into his mouth which made him

Emily looked at her mom suspiciously before she decided it was nothing to worry about. With this, she left for work. When she reached work, she resumed her office and started her work. While doing this, someone barged in, it was Liam. His face was squeezed and he held a letter. Emily raised her head and looked at him as he stopped in front of her. “Are you okay?” she asked looking at him. He stretched the letter with him to her. Emily collected it, opening it while her eyes were fixed on him. When she saw the content, she was livid and knew the only reason Ryan would do such. She left her office and barged into his. He was busy working on some things on his laptop when she slammed the letter on his table in front of him. “Did you have to give him a sack letter?” she raised her brows defiantly. “Yes, but if you don't want me to relieve him of his job, maybe you should try to act more like a mate to me and not him,” he said without looking at her. “What do you mean?” she was con

“Then bring the fucking emerald!” he yelled back.“Tell me your location!” he hissed.“Sent!” “Dummy!” Ryan cussed before he drove to the location. Ryan reached a quiet warehouse that had been abandoned for years. He picked the golden emerald and headed towards the place. As soon as he stepped in he could sense the scent of his mate, wasn't only the scent but the fact that she was moaning. Ryan’s eyes flashed with anger. With speed, he reached the place Jamieson had placed her only to see Jamieson pulling her cloth and touching her cleavage while she was fast asleep.Ryan held Jamieson by the gut and threw him away. Jamieson hit his back against the wall. The smoke of dust filled the air, Jamieson smiled as he got up.“How can you play with the tail of a venomous snake like this?!” Jamieson's face seemed to light up in anger.Because Jamieson drank the blood and ate the flesh of both humans and wolves, he was a lot stronger than any wolf, even Ryan who was regarded as the strongest

Then an idea popped in her head and she smiles mischievously. She reached her office and dumped the files into her bag. Then she walked out. Emily walked into Liam’s office. She talked to him about helping her and he agreed immediately before following her to her car as she had offered to drive. However, Ryan watched the from his window, he didn't know Liam was close with Emily enough to enter to her car and they both drove off. Ryan was so pissed, he clenched his fist and walked out immediately, he was so angry that he trailed them until their car stopped at a hotel/ clubhouse. He frowned and followed the duo in. Because of his super sensitive ears, he could hear their discussion and they talked about the date they had gone to. “He went on a date with my mate?!” he raised his brows in a way that showed he was very angry but he kept it at bay. When Liam and Emily reached the bar, they ordered for drinks and sipped it gently while they talked. Liam was so gentle with her, he held

“Mom” Madine called, placing her hand over her mother’s. Her mother’s body was cold as if she was dead. Madine had to put two fingers beneath her nostrils to be sure she was still breathing. She looked around the room for the air conditioner switch, she switched it off before returning to her mom. “Look at your face.” She sniffled while caressing her mom’s face, swiping her thumb over her pale lips. “Nadine really hurt you. What did you ever do to her? Did she have to treat you like this? You are not mad yet she locked you up in here.” Madine cracked, her voice shaking as tears ran down both sides of her cheeks. “Mom, I will be better, I swear to you. I will come back and take you away from here. I will expose Nadine and make sure she pays for all that she did to you.” Madine wiped her eyes, brushing the tears off. She laid her head next to her mom and then placed her hand on herself. “I missed your touch so much, Mom. It has been seven years since you touched me.” Just then, Mad

Madine returned home. Liam and Clara were already distressed at this time. She stepped into the house, limping. Her legs were still aching her. When Liam saw her, he marched to her with worry etched on his face. “Where did you go?” He asked, snaking his hand around her waist and pulling her to the couch. “I saw them.” Madine sobbed. “Who did you see?” Clara sat by her side, caressing her hands. “I saw my children. I saw them with Tristan, he likes them, Clara, he loves them.” She smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. Clara beamed and caressed her hair. “Nadine didn't see you right?” Liam asked. Madine shook her head. “She didn't.” “Good.” Liam sighed and sat next to Madine. “How do we intend to make Nadine give consent to you using Madine’s face on your sister?” Clara asked, looking at Liam who ran his palm down his face. Madine raised her brows, confused by what she said. “Your sister?” Madine asked. “Liam’s sister is Alana Stitches, the famous fashion designer who won va

Madine gently flung her eyes open, and her orbs scanned around the room until she found Liam on the other side, opening a new syringe. She touched her forehead feeling light-headed. “Liam.” She called, her voice was barely above a whisper. Liam turned in her direction quickly. He walked over to her and sat on the bed, next to her. “How are you feeling.” He placed her head on his lap, running his fingers through her hair. “Where are they?” She looked at him. “The kids?” Liam asked and she nodded gently. “Nadine can't take care of them. I want my kids back, that's all I want.” Liam nodded. “I know but you have to be saved first. Nadine is a bitch, she wants you dead. I can’t have you going back to her like this, you are weak.” Madine gently sat up, Liam holding her up. She rested her back against the headboard before holding his hands. “Liam, help me get my kids back, I beg you. I don't care if I die and I would rather die than watch Nadine take care of my children.” Liam fro

“Why are you hiding it? What are you doing Tristan? I heard all that you said in that room. You said you would have loved Madine if you met her first. How dare you!” She yelled, her body trembling. When Nadine eavesdropped on his words, she got to know that Tristan was secretly getting to know Madine. She was scared he would know everything about her and Madine. “Nadine, are you jealous of the dead now?” Tristan's voice was soft and gentle. He stared at her calmly too. Nadine chuckled. “Is that how you want to defend yourself? By calling me a jealous woman?” “Nadine, I have many questions for you but I ignored them because I didn't want to create problems. Madine wrote about the deal you two made in her diary. You asked Madine to sleep with me, yet you lied that she had pretended to be you and slept with me. This little scene, do you think that I can still believe all the things you said against Madine?” He asked, his voice still calm. One couldn't decipher if he was angry.

“Dad, are you going to get us another drink?” Josette asked, her voice tiny. He swept her hair back while adjusting the duvet on her body. “Yes, I am going to get you another one. Okay?” He kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes. It was already late and they already had dinner from the mall. Tristan was trying his best for the kids. He didn't want them to feel depressed over the death of their mother. He needed them to be sure that he was going to be there for them, although he could never match up to Madine. She sacrificed a lot for them. Jackson was the only one who didn't like him. Jackson hadn't said a word to him since he got in the house. Even now, he went to his bed, his face to the wall. They all slept in one room until they got used to the house. “Jason, are you good?” Tristan walked over to Jason’s bed - he had three small beds in the room. “Yes, Daddy,” Jason said. Jackson huffed. He did this to whenever they called Tristan ‘dad’. Tristan knew this. He p

Instantly, Nadine's brows raised with anger. Liam was a little shocked to see that she was annoyed. Her fist clenched on the table and she glared at Liam. “Why would you want your sister to take the face of my horrible sister?” Liam was shocked to hear the words that fell off her mouth. He thought that she was annoyed with his request out of respect for Madine. It turned out she was just being manipulative again. “Because she is dead. The dead cannot sue my sister for using her face as an illustration. You are the only family she has left hence we can only ask you. We found out your father had traveled to Mexico with a new woman.” Liam added and Nadine nodded. “Dad was tired of being around Madine and Mom. My mom had a terrible accident which put her in a coma, he couldn't stay with her anymore.” Liam nodded. He didn't care about Nadine’s dad. Madine had never mentioned him probably because he didn't care about her as well. Nadine gave him a huge amount and he fled af

Addison left the hotel that night heartbroken, she took a cab home and went to her room instantly. Addison was relieved that Clara and her mother had gone to sleep by the time she walked in. Laid on her bed, Addison closed her eyes; her tears trailed down her eyes until they reached the bed. She turned on her side, praying to God; hoping he’d get her out of the situation she got herself in. Next Day: Addison walked down the stairs, she had just woken up after sleeping through the morning. She didn't even realize it was almost noon. Walking out of the kitchen with table water, she went to the dining area to take the glass cup and drink her water. Picking the cup from the middle of the table, she noticed that there was a package in the center of the table as well. “What is this?” She ashes rhetorically, sipping her water from the cup. After drinking to her satisfaction, she kept the cup and then moved closer to the package. She began to loosen it. Losing the package, she saw t

That night, Addison returned home and went to her room quickly. She didn't have the strength to listen to her mom insult her again. Sometimes, it feels like she was the adopted one. Her mom had once said that Claire was adopted and that's why she had no birth certificate except the necklace with her name encrypted on it. However, it seemed as if she favored Claire more. Every time, she comes up with the excuse that it's cause she wants Claire to feel at home. Addison entered her room, tears spiraling from her eyes. She couldn't even switch on her phone because of the numerous calls and text messages she receives. The aggressive female fans of Warren Lannister even went as far as threatening her and doing all sorts of things. It was as though her life was in daily jeopardy. Addison sat up on her bed and picked up her laptop from her bedside. She opened it hoping she would be able to send some messages from her best friend. Her best friend, Jaden had sent her some messages worrying a

Addison sat up quickly when the voice came to her hearing. She turned around and who she saw made her shake in fear. She looked at the woman who stood at the entrance, dressed in beautiful clothing. Her body tensed and her palm perspire. “How dare you touch my future daughter-in-law?!” Monica Lannister barked as she walked in fully. Her eyes lit in fury, she walked with confidence and composure.Everyone picked up their phones, they began to record. Monica Lannister walked towards Addison, she picked her up and dusted her dress. “Are you okay?” Asked Monica Lannister. Looking at her, Addison couldn't help but tense up. Different questions burned her heart, it was as though she hadn't heard Monica Lannister well. “Come with me.” Monica held Addison’s hand and walked out of the school. ^Did Monica Lannister just help Addison Leighton? ^She called her daughter-in-law, does this mean Addison Leighton and the only heir to the Lannister empire would be together? Before one minute, th

“Addison?!” yelled the voice. Addison couldn't believe her eyes when she woke up the next day, she looked around to find her clothes scattered all over the floor. She placed her hand on her mouth when she found someone snoring peacefully beside her. She looked at his face well only to discover that it was Warren Lannister, she gasped. Addison stood up quickly and walked out of the room after putting on her clothes. However, when she reached the outside of the room, she was welcomed by reporters who kept taking pictures of her and asking her questions. ^Are you Warren’s new girlfriend? ^Are you a fling? ^Will you be another forgotten girlfriend? Addison didn't answer any of the reporters, she turned around and began to walk away only for a loud gasp to escape the reporter's mouth. Flashlights from cameras began to hit every corner, every part of her body: blinding her eyes - her sight. She couldn't see, she had to pause, she was camera shy - sensitive. ^Did Warren Lannister forc

“Claire?” Addison saw her sister who folded her arms around her chest. Looking at her, Addison's heart leaped in fear, her elder sister never comes up to her room except to rebuke her for something. Claire looked at Addison from her head to her toe. She admired her figure-eight shape which was something she used money to do but it was still not as perfect as Addison's own. Addison's shape was very moderate and beautiful. Claire gently swung her blonde hair to the back, she pouted her lips, and looked at Addison like some pile of trash. “Dress up, I am taking you to the club to celebrate your birthday,” Said ClaireAddison was shocked, she didn't expect her sister to say such a thing. Her sister had never done any nice things to her and this was the first nice thing she had said or planned to do for her. Addison was so excited, that she held her sister’s hand and jumped up but Claire pushed her away. “Can you be fast? I have other things to do.” with this, Claire walked away. Claire

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older. Being the richest family made it so easy as the Lannister family didn't want to lose their chance at topping the list of the richest families in the world. Claire walked through the corners until she reached the front of Warren’s room, she practiced her smile and raised her blonde hair to the sides of her face to hide her baby fat. Warren had always talked about her chubby chee