Boboiboy Thunderstorm Novels & Stories

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

The night just unfolds the strongest storm that ever hit the land of El Mezannotte. The rain was even falling heavy and the wind furiously made everything not just sway but dancing wild as if it was ripping the greenery around the woods. Even the thunder was clapping furiously and the lightning didn't stop from slicing the sky in anger. It was indeed a furious typhoon. 'MASTER, THEY WERE PRESSING ON.' 'The flames around the perimeter were now gone.' In annoyance, Morbius clicked his tongue when he heard the report from his men over the castle's perimeter. He glanced over at his beloved who kept fighting with her bear fist against Lupo.

Apparently her kind, she realized, since she couldn’t get the thought out of her head of what it’d be like to be covered by this sexy-as-hell hunk. Thunder suddenly rumbled in the distance, signaling an approaching storm, bringing with it the crisp scent of rain. Tourmaline glanced toward the swollen sky, and then softly, in a tone completely unlike her, she heard herself say, “It looks like a storm’s coming. You wanted to talk, so talk, before it starts to rain.”

Ken began to move me up and down as if I was bouncing on his penis but I could tell I was lighter since the water was also suspending me somehow. I aided him by swinging my hips up and down while gyrating my hips slowly so as to continue enjoying the pleasure of his penis which was as sweet as honey, giving me so much passion as I could feel the water caressing me all over my body as some kept splashing in my neck. I slowly closed my eyes so as I chose to just feel the pleasure with my senses. I could feel my orgasmic waves begin to swell from deep within me when suddenly I heard someone screaming. I instantly opened my eyes and immediately saw why the girl screamed; there was a huge wave ap

She said as a rumbling roar of thunder shook the walls. “Too bad, you have to stay tied up; wait that is actually good for me. I could always get you up. Even though you are a complete asshole, you are a great lay.” Thunder sounded again even louder. “I do love a good storm. It gets the blood pumping.” Crystal said, as she stood stretching. The rain began to fall, as they could hear the drops hitting the window.

I see mum being wheeled into an ambulance in a stretcher and scream. “Shawty.” I feel someone shaking me. “No. It can’t be.” I shake them off me. “Wake up Tomboy.” I’m shaken hard and when I open my eyes, Stone is staring down at me. I look around and shut my eyes. I am in a bus and I drifted to sleep. Stone is here. How did he get here? “You good?” his voice makes me open my eyes again. “Yap. A bad dream.” I rub my eyes and look outside.

More than one watchtower had sustained direct hits. He cursed, shooting to his feet. “Hannah?” The microphone fell over, almost muffling the sound of someone dressing rapidly. A second clap of thunder was followed by what sounded like the whole damn watchtower vibrating. “Talk to me,” he bit out. “Tell me what’s happening. Now. You okay?” “Thunderstorm,” she said, a low laugh escaping her. “Talk about ending on a bang. It’s gorgeous.” Static broke up her voice. Hell. “Those strikes are damned dangerous, sha.” He bit back a curse. This was not your average afternoon thunderstorm. “There are better ways to live on the edge of danger.” He should know. He’d tried them all and settled on fighting

The young boy pushed his soggy hair out of his eyes. Powerful gusts of wind lashed at him, and the rain beat him to the point the drops almost hurt when they crashed into him. The thunder roared in fury, a fury James felt inside him, but he didn’t know why or what against. Lightning tore across the dark sky, allowing him brief seconds to glimpse the surrounding forest. He heard a hint of something on the wind that chilled him. Was the man coming after him? Terror struck the boy like he had never felt before.

After the Thunder Pairing: Naomi × Reina Setting: Rooftop Garden, Bloomfield Shelter Mood: Rain-slicked dominance, queer longing, emotional healing Tone: Tender. Assertive. Electrified. --- The thunder had already passed, but the sky still wept. Naomi stood barefoot on the gravel-slicked rooftop garden, her linen shirt clinging to her body like regret. The rain had softened to a drizzle, but her heart still roared from the inside—flashes of memory and fire threading through her like static.

I’m coming home, coyote. Just one more drop-in. The coma isn’t the end. It’s the wait before the storm wakes up. And when I do… The sky better be ready. Because I’m bringing the thunder back with me. To be continued…