Calmness To My Storm Novelas e Histórias

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.

I know, deep down, that my calm is over. The cracks are here. And soon, so will the storm.

Just me and her. And whatever storm was coming. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath. Goddess help me. I was ready.

Trying to calm myself. Breathing slowly. Forcing my mind into order. Trying not to explode.

Just Tyson in my room at 3am, teaching me how to breathe through a power I never asked for. I focus on him. On his voice. On the way his eyes hold mine, steady and unyielding. Like he’s daring the storm inside me to try him. In. Out. In. Out. The storm inside me begins to settle not gone, but no longer tearing me apart. Just… there. Low and controlled. A hum under my skin instead of a scream. Like a wolf that finally curled up instead of clawing at the walls. I sag slightly, my body trembling from the aftermath. Every muscle aches like I ran ten miles and fought a war.

I reached out and pulled her into my lap, holding her close. “In this chaos,” I whispered, “you are the calm I didn’t know I needed.” And for a while, we just sat there, in silence. The storm outside could wait.

“And now… we’re cutting those strings one by one.” I held her tighter, letting her head rest against my chest as the silence wrapped around us like a soft blanket. For once, there was no rage, no vengeance, just her heartbeat steady against mine. “You know,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “when you first came into my world, I thought you were a storm.” She glanced up at me, a faint smile touching her lips. “And now?” “Now I know you were the calm I never knew I needed. Even if the storm came with you.”

I would not debase myself by scrambling for a position in Kairi’s heart. The cold in my chest hardened into a resolve as sharp and clear as diamond. If he wanted gentle, I would give him distance. If he found solace in her quiet strength, then he would not have my chaos to contend with. I would pull the storm so deep inside me that it would become a silent, frozen thing. I would become an island, self-contained and impenetrable.

He saw a mistake, and now I have to live with it. I press my back against the wall and try to steady my breaths, but it is no use. There is nothing that can calm the storm raging in my chest.