Calm Before The Storm Book Novels & Stories

The Edge Of The Storm Serena’s POV The morning after everything felt… heavier. Not quiet…no. Quiet would have been mercy. What lay over the palace was the kind of stillness that comes before a storm, when the air itself holds its breath because it knows destruction is coming. And I could feel it too.

"I'm going to make some coffee. By midday, they were on the outskirts Cawlin, and the weather had turned from the bright blue sky with rolling clouds to dark grey sky and hung with sulphurous black clouds. "Looks like we are in for a storm," Gabriel said as he drove through the town. The sea was dark, and the waves were crashing. The beach was empty, but the gulls were strutting up and down, cawing to each other like fishwives. Millie closed her eyes and began her deep breathing exercises. She had to calm herself. Breathe in for seven, hold for four, breathe out for five. She had never told anyone how terrified of a storm she was. It was so embarrassing. Most people she knew, loved storms an

EL'S POV In the midst of tranquility, as I delved into the pages of a captivating book, my world suddenly shifted. The book slipped through my grasp crashing onto the floor like a thunderous echo. As if in sync with this abrupt disruption...echos erupted around me. The once serene atmosphere transformed into a mad storm of confusion. The air crackled with uncertainty, as though nature itself could sense the impending turmoil. The wind howled fiercely. It was funny though...how everything seemed to change within the blink of an eye. At the beginning everything was well and okay, the sun shone brightly across the horizon and the beauty of daylight was more captivating than night. I loved every

Blood. Blood was everywhere. Red, sticky, warm, wet blood. A sea of blood. It was everywhere. She could not tell where it ended and where it began. All she knew was that nothing was ever going to be the same again. She could not think straight, her head was pounding as if a thousand nails were being hammered into her skull. Her chest felt like it was going to burst any moment, but tears would not fall. Breathing became an arduous task as she scrambled through the pool of blood in search of a familiar face.

But for a little while, in the warmth of his arms, the world stopped feeling like it was falling apart. Because I knew that this was the calm before the storm. And when that storm came, we were going to need to prepare for whatever hell this world was going to unleash on us…

It was more like the slow shifting of colors before dawn imperceptible, quiet, real. She reached for her journal. Its pages were filled with fragments of herself anger, poetry, unfinished thoughts that had once been too heavy to speak aloud. Tonight, she flipped to a blank page. Her handwriting flowed easily, not rushed, not desperate. Just honest. She wrote: “Sometimes peace isn’t what you find after the storm. It’s what grows beneath it. The parts of you that learn to dance even when it rains.” The pen lingered at the edge of the page. She smiled faintly. Maybe that’s what she’d been doing all along learning to dance beneath the storm, without even realizing it.

He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me." Before I could even process what he meant, a firm lift under my knees sent me into his arms. The move instantly drew gasps and cheers from the guests. Amid the applause and floating petals, Melvin carried me straight to the center of the hall. I was still reeling from shock when I felt a steady hand supporting my forearm. Melvin whispered, "You can lean on me. If it really hurts, tell me. We can pause the ceremony for a moment. Your safety comes first."

I focus hard, determined to hand out these assignments and go prepare to hunt the woman I’m going to marry. The eerie calm before the storm when even nature is silent waiting for the inevitable storm. Rain begins to patter, wetting and the earth causes a damp smell to invade my nostrils. thunder booms in the distance while simultaneously the wind brings its own violent dance to the swirling chaos. Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths, finding peace in the chaos. Storms have always soothed my soul. Perhaps it’s because I have demons inside that create their own dark storm. My mind is forever chaotic while my heart and mind finally align in the firm decision of what I’m about to do. I’m about

I said it all at once, looking him in the eyes and emphasizing the last line. He remained silent the entire time. I grabbed my top and bolted, trembling with rage. Authors' POV *The calm before the storm*

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.