Book After The Storm Novels & Stories

“My mother has a list of books that will help Stormie. Retrieve the list and gather the books from the library. If any books are on the list but not in the library, go buy them.” My jaw tensed, but I didn’t say anything. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to calm myself. When I left the office, I knew Axel was sending me on trivial errands to keep me busy. If I wasn’t careful, I was liable to hit him again, or he might fire me. Closing the office door, I walked down the hall to meet Luna Audrey. She had a list ready for me with over thirty books. She was nice when she told me where I could find everything on the list and even apologized for sending me on such an errand.

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

Chapter 130: Unraveling Secrets The morning after the storm was almost eerily calm, as if the earth itself was recovering from the turmoil of the night. The sun broke through the clouds, casting its light over the landscape in a soft golden hue. Inside the cabin, however, the air was thick with the weight of unspoken words, emotions swirling just below the surface.

I then showed him the book. He took it from me and after seeing the cover of the book, he paid attention to where I was pointing. After some minutes of going through it, he frowned. "This is really weird. You found this in the library?" He asked me and I nodded my head. "Let's head there." He then said and together, we made our way there. We got into the library and Kieran got serious with his findings all over the shelves. He stumbled on a book while I was piling up books and gasped in shock. "Stormy you need to see this." He said and I ran to him. "I don't know who placed this here but whoever did is a genius.

JULIAN ST. CLAIR’S POV *Low lighting. Shadows cling to the bookshelves, stretching like secrets. Rain whispers against the tall windows. The storm outside is gentle — almost tender. I sunk my bottocks in my chair, alone at my desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. A bottle of something old and expensive rests beside me.*

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

It looked small on the outside, but once you got in, it was like there was no end to it. ‘What’s this?’ I whispered into the dark, pointing my flashlights at it. The power had gone out about twenty minutes ago, ever since the storm started, leaving me to the safety of candlelight and my phone, which was already on five per cent. Great. I pulled aside the small black book, which looked both old and worn, with careful hands. With a frown, I flipped open the first page to see beautiful handwriting. ‘To whoever finds this, know that my death was not an accident….it was planned.’

“They’ll let us out then. Or the storm might pass and power will return.” He stepped closer. The air between us felt thicker, charged like the lightning outside. “And if it doesn’t?” I swallowed. “Then we wait. There’s water in the break room, and plenty of… books.” His lips twitched, not quite a smile. “How convenient.” We moved to the main reading area. I found a few emergency candles in the supply closet and lit them, casting flickering golden light over the long oak tables and endless shelves. The storm raged on, thunder rolling like distant drums.

I spit before walking out if the house without a second glance at her ... I grab the grocery bags from behind my car along with the little something I got Stormy, to appeal for my pride. I hope she accepts it. The elevator door opened and I step out going for my condo, I type in the code before walking in. The sigh in front of me makes me drop the bags to the floor in disbelief. Stormy POV

*** Kent POV As I reached the meeting place, I roamed my eyes around and the place seems darker than yesterday. I saw a few stars from the sky so maybe a storm will come. I wasn't wrong, the rain started to pour down from the dark sky. I was inside the car waiting for Cassandra's message. I heard my phone beep. I check my inbox and saw her text. "I'm inside. You can come in." She said in the text.