After The Storm Comes The Calm Novels & Stories

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

Storm Without saying a word, he walked towards me, watching me carefully as he slowly made his way towards me. I watched him warily, wanting to run for my life but determined to stand my ground. The look in his eyes told me he was aware of my internal battle. He walked up to me and took me into his arms, holding me against him. I stood there frozen in his arms, my body shaking from cold and fear. After a while I rested my head on his chest, seeking the warmth of his embrace and finding an odd sense of comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. After a moment of debating with myself on whether I should reciprocate. I wrapped my arms around him holding him. A foreign feeling of safety and security

the quiet period before a storm. That adage was true to its meaning. Actually, it was more than appropriate—it was practically flawless. Because I was the freaking storm, and Ex-Alpha Levi Ethan was the quiet. the kind of storm that would uproot your house and drive cows to the north pole.

Ana commanded everyone and surprisingly, everyone listened. We made our way home in the trucks they brought with them. As soon as we got home I went straight to my room for a shower. Stepping under the hot water made me sigh in relief, the stress, dirt and grime washing off me down the drain. I couldn’t help but think about what Lileth and Julian said about having a rat amongst us. Who could it be? What can we do to flush them out? My head was reeling with thoughts of punishments that we could dish out to the traitor. “Just need to figure out who it is,” I said to myself. I got out of the shower, dried myself and put on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. When I got downstairs, it looked like e

He said, hugging her to himself. Storm's eyes pricked with tears. If things went south tonight, then this hug was really necessary. She hugged him just as tightly as he hugged her, sniffing the scent that was his, greedily taking large bouts of it as if it was the last. But then Kaden disengaged. “Let’s go. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I have a feeling that everything will be fine.” **** When Storm went outside with Kaden, the first thing she noticed was the eerie calm in the air, as if something evil had permeated the air, as if there was something evil lurking somewhere.

The waters below reflect the breathtaking scenery. Lauren silently admires the scene as her hair sways as if it’s going with the flow of the wind. She felt a sudden ease in her mind and body. These past few days she felt empty inside, but as soon as she stepped on this ship… the exhaustion she felt was gone like a bubble that popped into the air. In contrast to what she felt in their house, the pain and abuse she endured. Lauren taught that after her mother died, she could never be at peace.

She staggered out of the hall. Outside, heavy rain poured. She walked into it without noticing it. The cold raindrops hit her face and ran down like tears. But she could not shed a single one. She did not know where she was going. She wandered through the streets without direction. A car stopped beside her. The window rolled down. Marcus’ cold, sharp face appeared. “Get in.” Yara did not answer. She dragged her heavy body through the rain. Marcus frowned and said more firmly, “Get in.”

It wasn’t the peace after a storm. It was the calm before the next, greater war. One waiting in a penthouse office, with levers yet to be pulled.

After being disciplined by the police, Philip behaved for a while, though every now and then he'd send a text or show up unannounced in my life. One day, Melvin told me that he was tired of seeing Philip. I asked, "So what do you suggest?" I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do. Sure enough, the next moment, he suggested, "Let's go traveling. We can see the world, clear our minds, and be rid of that mess." The next day, our journey began. Melvin got me a new bank card, and I discarded the old one. Without Philip's disturbance and constant reminders of the past, and with Melvin's careful attention, I started feeling much better.

The cops had to zap him with a stun gun to get him to calm down. It sounded like poetic justice to me, but that was all in the past. My break had wrapped up, and I dove headfirst back into work. A month later, the 'Heart of True Love', my latest design, was the talk of the town, and my star was on the rise again. Carol called me her lucky charm and, beaming with pride, she bought me a fleet of sports cars. I could not help but laugh. "I'd need eight lifetimes to drive all these."