Desiree Storm Novels & Stories

“Nice meeting you both. I wish we could stay a little longer. But I promised Candy that we would attend Valerie Blair’s painting exhibit at the Serenity Hotel tomorrow afternoon. And if we would leave tomorrow, we'll probably both be tired and unable to watch it.” Candy gaped at him. She does not understand what it says. But the way it stared at her warned that she just agreed with what it was saying. "Valerie Blair?" Stella parroted. “Isn’t she the wife of socialite and jet-setter Christian Blair? She was tagged by the press as one of the modern Cinderella!”

Her eyes became closed and the night wind stirred around her. Then suddenly… “ARGHHHHHHHH!” Nythera screamed. The scream tore through the forest as a surge of power erupted from her body. “By moonlight forgotten and stars long buried, by blood unjustly spilled and truth long carried, I reject the chains of false desire. I call upon fate and sacred fire. Let no heart be bound by stolen will, Let destiny wake and darkness still. The one who seeks, shall now be found, Let mate call mate across all ground!”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Her eyes are downcast. She's been crying. I feel my heart wrenching in my chest. Robin takes a few steps towards her. The sorceress whimpers. She looks so much like Rylie. Her hair is disheveled, her skin is pale. She looks fragile, but she looks beautiful. I must stop thinking of her this way. I must stop thinking of her as Rylie. She is a sorceress. I must keep my emotions under control. I must remember why we are here today.

She was the real life Spencer Hastings from Pretty Little Liars I tell ya. After falling silent since I didn't know what to say to the truth, she shook her head. "You know what, we got you. You aren't getting in to any trouble tonight because we're going to make sure you're back ASAP. Right girls?" She ended, looking at Zara and Nance for support who obviously eagerly nodded. I grinned, "Thanks guys..." I trailed off, realising I had no clue how to get away from Jason's home without being seen.

I wanted to ask her what was wrong but I knew she would not tell me anything. She took in a deep breath and let it out then looked up at us with a big cheery smile on her face. "Hi there, sorry I didn't see you guys. I have a flair for dramatics. I'm Storm." She ignored my concerned looks and focused completely on Caleb and Jasper. She stretched her hand out and they shook it one after the other. "Jasper, I'm the Delta of this pack." He muttered, Jasper was not a fan of new people, he was a loner and rarely associated unless he was forced to, which was probably the main reason he hadn't found his mate yet.

I had control over my transformation so exposing myself was not an issue for me. I got up from my sorry ass, feeling determined. It was my goal to meet him… my desire as well. I knew what I had to do the next day. Now, I had to go and show Ivan whose boss. It was one dinner and I just wanted to finish it off. My desire of meeting that man, fuelled me to dress up for Ivan. “Carmen?! They have arrived at the door! Get out already!” I heard my mom yell in frustration as the door bell rang in the background.

Her wet thighs slid apart with little conscious effort, and she sighed when the cloth went between them. She knew now that a crisis of some kind was approaching, an unknown pinnacle of physical sensation. Every part of her was filled with a deep, sweet yearning, laden with a hunger that she couldn’t quite define. Maybe this was the ‘desire’ the books spoke of: the rapture, the very transports of passion? It seemed almost incomprehensible that she should feel it with these women when the idea of a man made her shudder, and yet somehow she was helpless to resist.

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.