Amber Storm 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.

"'I'm right though, Molly, and I'm also right when I say that's not your biggest secret either is it?" Before she can say anything a screech louder than the wind we had during the Tornado suddenly sweeps across the field. "CHRISTIAN!" Our attention is drawn down the field only to see Amy storming towards us. She's stomping her feet while swinging her hands around with a piece of paper in the air, and boy does she look pissed. "Oh for the love of god!"

The wipers fought uselessly against the storm as thunder cracked again—louder, closer, fierce enough to make the car tremble. Traffic ahead slowed almost to a stop, so he turned onto the longer road to avoid the jam. The storm poured hard, making it difficult to see as the headlights blurred through the heavy rain. “Damn it,” Aiden muttered, easing his foot off the accelerator. “The storm’s getting worse.” Cassia hugged herself, her nails digging into her arms. “I hate thunderstorms,” she whispered. “I know,” Aiden said softly, his eyes flicking toward her. “You’re safe, Amelia. I promise.”

She would not let Gabriel witness this crumbling part of her. The sky darkened as if the heavens themselves had been marred, with clouds coalescing into inky shapes, while the wind’s mournful howl wrapped around them like a relentless specter of doom. Amid the sinking gloom, Amelia stood drenched and shivering, a lone figure silhouetted against the brooding horizon. Rain began to lash down in relentless, stinging sheets, its fierce impacts penetrating her clothes and chilling her to the bone. The tempest echoed the disarray swirling inside her, a torrent of chaos that mirrored her inner torment. Her lips set into a determined line, and her breath came in quick, shallow gulps as she braced he

“Weather? But--” Ashton nodded, his expression completely sincere. “The wedding organizer sent a technical report this morning. The beach area we chose earlier turns out to be highly vulnerable to seasonal storm anomalies. The wooden pier isn’t strong enough to withstand heavy waves if the weather suddenly turns bad. We don’t want to take even the smallest risk, especially considering your health right now.”

“Exactly what I needed today.” The tallest man stepped up to the driver’s side window and tapped the glass with something metallic, maybe a weapon? Or something worse. His eyes gleamed under the hood. “Get out of the car, Storm.” His voice was low and cold. “We just wanna talk.” Ryder shot me a look. “Yeah. Sure. Bet they brought flowers.” I didn’t move. “You picked the wrong night,” I said through the glass. “Not really,” the man replied. “It’s the perfect night.”

She didn’t trust her wolf around him. “Relax, baby. You don’t want to freeze to death, do you?” Mason inquired, spreading his arms. “And even if you scream, no one will hear, these windows are soundproof.” “I’m warning you. Stay away,” Amber muttered, eyes down. Raven trembled inside her, torn between fear and warmth. A brutal flash of lightning split the sky, then a thunder explosion shook the entire parking lot. The storm roared like wolves in battle. Boom. Boom. Boom.

As in! Storm Haha, he’s connecting the dots I see, I get to the stage and Freddie takes my hand as I ascend the steps, he places his hand on the small of my back and kisses my temple. Introduce yourself my love Good evening everyone, my name is Storm Burgesse, daughter of Trillionaire Tycoon Stormas and Thalia Burgesse of Diamond City, I also have three other alias’s I go by I turn to face Dastan who seems to be on the verge of fainting in the corner.

I stood up and desperately tried to break open the bedroom door. However, it was to no avail. A sharp pain in my abdomen was what ultimately brought me back to my senses. When I looked down, my pale blue nightgown was stained with fresh blood. The baby! I clutched my stomach and immediately dialed the emergency services. "Ma'am, the hurricane is too strong at the moment. We aren't able to dispatch an ambulance. We'll do our best. Please hold on for us."

She got startled and looked at Chase wondering who he was talking to, as she was about to take another sip of her drink his voice boomed again. “That’s enough Storm.” She was unsure of what she had done, asking, “Sorry?” “You have drank enough.” Storm rolled her eyes. Who did he think he was? He still wanted to control her, she stood up, “I will be back, I need to use the restroom.” She said to Jeremy, and he nodded, some of his friends had come and joined him, after using the bathroom, she went to the bar and got a bottle. Storm went outside and stumbled out into the forest, drinking was numbing her emotions and the cool air was helping her.