Calmness To My Storm Novels & Stories

he said in a tone of believer, "No matter how much resentment you have in your heart, you have to face it. You have to find a way to really calm your mind." "How? By ripping someone's heart out like you did?" I smiled wryly. "If you really want to help me, you should let me go." "You need to rest." He stood up and looked out of the room. "It's raining cats and dogs. No one can go now." Another pointless argument, and I returned to my room exhausted. Then I locked myself in my room. The storm rattled the windows. I let the rain fall on the floor of the room. The whole house seemed to shake when the thunder stopped on the roof. I wrapped the sheets around me and stared out the window at the ov

She corrected me again before her eyes went to the darkness chasing me earlier, and it was getting close. "So, are you ready to come with me, or do you want to deal with that cloud?" Her cold voice reminded me of my own, but I couldn't find any right response to her question. I just watched the dark clouds eat everything in their way. With annoyance brewing inside of me due to the situation that I got caught up in, I clicked my tongue and closed my eyes to calm myself since my head was in overdrive on how I thought. It was great to have a cautious mind around the field that I had mastered, but in this case, it was too much to handle. Through breathing exercises like I always do whenever I me

The storm inside me intensified, a chaotic mix of fury at his threat and a traitorous yearning for his touch. I tried to maintain a facade of calm, my expression carefully blank, but my heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against his chest. I could feel the tension radiating from him, a silent, volatile energy that promised both punishment and a pleasure I knew I couldn't resist. The storm was no longer just brewing; it was a full-blown hurricane, threatening to consume me whole, to sweep away every last bit of my resolve and judgment. I was a ship caught in a dangerous sea, and I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that I was about to sink. ~•~

“You’re the storm. You break things that need breaking.” Her words slammed into my chest. I wasn’t the goddess’s shadow. I wasn’t her mistake. I wasn’t her weapon gone rogue. I was the one thing she couldn’t control. I lifted my chin, locking my gaze with the water-goddess towering before us. My storm rose in a spiral around me, responding not to fear but to purpose. “Get out of my head,” I growled. The lightning inside me ignited into a second pulse, stronger than anything I’d ever felt. It surged upward, blasting into the sky and striking the waves with a violent shudder.

I pressed my hand to his chest again. “Look at me,” I said. He did. Blue eyes, steady. I held that gaze and kept moving, giving him the rhythm we needed, not the one that would throw him off. Breath matched breath. The pressure eased back like a tide. The god stayed caged. Krav stayed with me. He smiled then, real and soft. “You are ridiculous,” he said. “Why?” I asked, breathless. “Because you calm a storm like you are flipping a switch,” he said.

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."

Something in my chest is way too still, too still. Like the air right before a storm.

With every breath, the storm loses its teeth. The storm keeps raging outside. Inside, I finally feel still. My eyes close slowly. Not because I am weak. But because, for the first time, I trust the ground beneath me.

He stood there, silent, listening. The wind tore at his hair. Rain soaked through his shirt. He didn’t move. When the final note slid into quiet, the storm began to ease. Not fully. But noticeably. I lowered the bow slowly. Only then did I look at him. His eyes were darker than usual. Not angry. Not restrained. Hungry. “You feel it too,” I said softly. “Yes.” He stepped closer, rain dripping from his jaw. “You calm it,” he added. “I don’t think I calm it,” I whispered. “I think I… align with it.”

James sat beside me, stroking my arms, patting my hair gently. I closed my eyes. My body was here. But my heart was already planning its escape. Because this calm, this kindness, this warmth, it all felt like the quiet before a storm. And I knew, deep down, something worse was coming.