Desiree Storm Novels & Stories

At the very moment, a crystal orb-like something illuminated over my head, allowing me to see someone in front of me. My mouth just hung open in awe when I saw the woman in front of me. I had no words to describe her. She was so pretty, even the prettiest in the world would feel ashamed. Her long brown hair, milky white skin, big round ocean-blue eyes, heart-shaped red lips, long neck, and the curvy figure was such a brilliant combination I had never seen. I could not even imagine such a woman existed. Wait, she said she longed for me, right?

she tells me, desperation leeching over her every word. My stomach sinks. By the bitter sadness in her eyes, she is mourning her daughter. And by the burning anger accompanying it, she blames my father. “What’s her name?” Maybe I've crossed paths with her. “Ariel.” “I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is," I tell her earnestly. I wish I did, because it's clear this is a broken woman who is desperate to find her daughter. A dark shadow of pain and ire passes over her face, right as she charges at me.

“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!”

It was the kind of sweetness that made his chest tighten, as if her very essence was meant for him alone. Maverick’s tongue slid into her mouth, roaming around her wet heat almost as if it were searching for something unknown. He traced the curve of her teeth, then the soft underside of her tongue, memorizing the shape of her mouth. “Hmm…” Aurora moaned as she shut her eyes, her fingers finding their way to Maverick’s cheeks. She cupped them and pressed her lips more firmly into his. Her fingers trembled slightly against his skin, betraying the quiet storm of desire building beneath her calm exterior.

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.

I get to talk about it with my clients. Wowww. Being a billionaire's wife is crazy, everything literally moves smoothly with you driving. I accepted it of course and then set time for a call. Noah watched me eagerly anticipating the good news. “I just got a deal to work with STRYPE. I'll be their influencer and I'll market their drinks for them” I announced. “How the hell are you going to do that, you just became the head of an interior designing company and now you're an influencer” he asked

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 adjusted myself to get a little comfortable and that was when Angel spoke up. “So, what are you going to do now?” I turned my head towards her and then back up, looking at the clear sky and rolling my eyes. “No clue! I wanted to be able to find and marry my true mate but I guess the Moon Goddess put a curse on me or something.” Angel tapped me on my shoulder, “Stop, don’t say such things!” she said in a disappointed voice. I knew what she was saying was true, but my mind was on the verge of exploding. I felt like my parents and Ivan were sucking my life away from me. If only I was able to find a way out of this mess.