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“And when we get back, talk to the director and get him to approve Ash’s full-time transfer.” I wanted nothing more than to storm over and slap their faces, then yell at her, “I want a divorce!” However, my sense of reason barely managed to rein in my rage. It was not time to tear the mask off yet. I clenched my fists and said through gritted teeth, “The Translation Institute isn’t my personal property and the director isn’t my father. I don’t have the power to turn an external hire into a full-time employee.” Wynnie sneered, acting as though it were the most reasonable thing in the world.

She said, and I lifted my gaze, wondering what she meant by that. "He has nothing to lose..." I mumbled, and she smiled. "Yvy, you are his second chance, mate, and his first one rejected him and put him through hell... Yes, he is allowed to be terrified..." Stormee paused, "And I know you must be terrified as well; this realm has not treated women fairly for a long time..." Storm held my hand, and immediately, they stopped trembling.

"That's interesting, do you remember everything that you did when you were drunk because I was hurt? I remember everything I remember you remember how you felt and I remember how you tasted which of course I have clarified right now so no need to give me the weird look . " " what look are you talking about you came in like a gust of wind like a tornado that was just doing everything in its path and you actually are the center of the storm so with everything that's going on around me you actually my place of calm you do know that flight tornado may seem like something that's destroying everything in its path but inside it's very calm. "

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

Chapter 57: Shelter from the Storm The rain began as a whisper against the windowpane—soft taps that echoed through the stillness of Mia’s bedroom. Elena sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the thin blanket tighter around her shoulders, and watched the drops race each other down the glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that made her chest tighten. She hugged her knees and closed her eyes, but each crack of thunder jolted her awake. Memories of the docks explosion, the funeral trial, and the storm of betrayal returned in vivid flashes. She pressed her palm to her heart, trying to slow her racing pulse.

I don't need a soothsayer to tell me the conversation has drifted back to Jim and I shift uncomfortably. I wish she can just stop thinking about him. Stop talking about him. "I can't remember the last time I screamed this way when it's raining. It's just too scary being alone and hearing the rumbling sound of the thunder and the powerful winds blowing at my window like a creature wanting to burst in and take me away."

After three years in a long-distance relationship, I secretly traveled a thousand miles to give my girlfriend a surprise. That afternoon, right outside her apartment building, I caught her playing the claw machine with her first love. The girl I had always considered the perfect, completely devoted girlfriend was gazing at him with a bright, tender smile as he manipulated the joystick. The moment the plushie dropped into the chute, she threw her arms around him, her eyes brimming with delight. I clenched my phone and dialed her number. She answered almost instantly, her voice as soft and caring as ever. "Parker? Why are you calling right now? Did you miss me?" I stared fixedly at her f

I smile inwardly before blacking out. ***** ******* And that's another chapter. Storm storm. storm. Read, vote and comment. Would be appreciated.

"But worry not, sweetheart, I'll come right away to have you. I'm waiting for the day." Like gusts of destructive winds, horror slammed into me. That's never happening. Never. Tbc...

Ciro said, “But for the time being, you have to hang in there and have faith that the pack will not turn against you. Miracle is a product of faith.” “Thank you so much, Ciro,” I said to him. The storm had calmed down. The earthy smell of the rain-beaten soil filled the air. The storm had come unexpectedly but we had been able to take our belongings inside before it rampaged. Now, the whole surrounding was calm again. Gradually, people began to bring out their properties which were meant to be outside but could have been damaged by the wind.