Novel & Cerita Calmness To My Storm

How naive I was to be fooled. As the cold wind embraces me, I hug myself calming myself from the throbbing pain building inside. While watching the ocean go back and forth, its tranquility fully vanished and was replaced by an uncontrollable wave. I thought everything will be fixed tonight. I thought the weather will finally find its peace, but no, it’s exactly the opposite, the storm quickly approach when I least expected it.

Jared looked at me nostrils flaring. “You need to calm down I am just as upset as you are. He touched my mate for God sakes. Her, my children, me we are all in danger and I don’t know how to protect them. Do you know how crazy that drives me!?” I began to get angry fire flowing through me. That’s when I felt Storms calming presence. She waddled into the office holding her belly. I could feel her reaching towards me with our bond washing over me with water putting out my flames.

Me: Sure, can you pick me up from my aunt's? Collin: Sure. What time? Me: 7? Collin: See you then. When my life is calm, I know there's a storm on its way. That's how it happens, right? You are either in the calm before the storm or right in the eye. And that's where I am, in the eye of the storm. It's calm only for a moment. If I look around me and see my horizons, I will see the swarming chaos encircle me and surround me. I won't be consumed by it quickly, but when the eye passes, it will hit me hard.

I remained stoic, my body rigid with an icy demeanor. His voice was low and soothing as he spoke, "Artemis, I want you to be calm." He appeared to be yearning for peace at this very moment. My mind is a chaotic storm, a tempest of problems threatening to consume me. I'm tired of the constant shouting, the never-ending cycle of frustration and anger.

I asked “I was upset and angry, you know how I dramatic I can get” She said shrugging her shoulders. “I can’t do this” I said as I turned to walk back into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I couldn’t comprehend how everyone around me was being so calm while I was freaking out about that fucking finger. “Luna” Carrie called I slowly opened the door, to my surprise Roman was nowhere to be seen. “He’s gone home to get cleaned up” Carrie said as if reading my thoughts.

Kalimia's hands, reaching out with that gentle touch, were like the soft, soothing caress of a summer breeze, trying to comfort me. "Because it brings a bad name to my company," I said, sounding troubled, like the soft, gentle rumble of a summer storm cloud. Like the soft, gentle lapping of waves on a summer shore, Kalmia's words washed over me, and I could feel the calm seep into my frazzled nerves. "Calm yourself, baby, let's think and solve the problem," she said her voice soothing as a balm to my troubled mind. Her words were like a gentle, summer breeze that rustled the leaves of my worries, calming the stormy waters of my thought.

“Yeah, well, tell that to whatever’s running this storm!” Callan released a burst of light, their presence radiating calm amid the chaos. “Stay together. The storm is trying to divide us. Do not let it succeed.” They reached the heart of the storm, where the air was so dense with energy it felt like wading through water. At the center stood a massive obelisk, its surface shimmering with dark energy that pulsed in rhythm with the storm. Tendrils of lightning coiled around it, feeding into the swirling clouds above.

Mad eyes. Each time I slow down, I see his tears again. I see his steps fading away. I see what I have become. A wounded animal. A monster of anger. An abandoned child who screamed too loud, too long. I cross a stray dog. It growls, then moves away. Like her. Even the beasts recognize me. I am a storm. I am the bullet you don’t see coming. But I continue. I will not stop. Not until I find peace. Or her voice.

My smile doesn’t feel forced, but it also doesn’t feel happy. Without another word, I turn and walk away, slamming the door shut with a rattling force. . . . The drive to my father’s estate passes in a blur. All I can hear is the sound of my own pulse roaring against my mind. All I can feel is the pain in my chest as it squeezes. The car slows to a stop in front of our Beverly hills mansion and I step out absentmindedly. One word continues ringing in my mind. Calm. I need to be calm. They’ve done their part—they’ve broken my heart. But if they thought I would crumble, they were wrong.

Valentina! There’s something intoxicating about quiet rage. The kind that simmers beneath silk sheets and gold ceilings. The kind that smiles at you in the mirror while sharpening knives behind your spine. I woke up that morning with a calm I didn’t trust. Not because the storm had passed. But because I was the storm now.