Evil Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

’ Callum growled. I had mended things with Percival. If Nivia had stayed, she would have seen there were no squabbles any longer. After going home for lunch, I was called by Storm. As much as I wished to ignore his call, I am a man who keeps his promises. “Hey motherfucker, miss me?” “Not particularly, no.” “So what you’re wearing?” Goddess, this man. Storm began to laugh at his own joke. “Just kidding. Just checking in.”

Johnny replied me firmly. "Who the hell are you?." I asked as different unlikely thoughts filled my mind. "You won't even believe me if I told you?." Johnny answered trying to maintain sudden calm. Well my instincts have observed that this fella doesn't exactly do well with patience. "Try me..." I said casually. There was a certain tension in the atmosphere as I awaited his answer. "My real name is Johnny Sterling, Charles Sterling's bastard son from his mistress Elaine Jackie Briggs." He finally stated, his voice was void of any emotion.

I took a good look at the deep wound on her lower stomach, where dark blood leaked from it. “It must be Elijah’s doing. That Demon-Wolf will pay for hurting my sweet Angel. He will see; the next time I meet him, I won’t be as merciful. I will fart in his face, kick his muzzle, and then turbo-poodle attack, lacing him with my huge tail and throwing him away as if he were a mouse!” Storm barked in my mind. “Stormy, Elijah didn’t escape because you were merciful, but because he kicked your tail!” I told him and he growled at me.

He said, his hands stretched in the air as he then muttered a very loud laughter that sent shivers down my spine. "You will do no such thing. You can't rule by being evil. You have Danielle. Be with her while I find my happiness." I said to him finding it hard to stare at his evil face. He looked down at me again and came closer to my face. "you don't deserve happiness, Storm, and that's why I will be reclaiming you. I want the rest of your days to be filled with pains and trauma."

Storm looked at Jeff coldly and said, “Doreen, please tell me that this clown was fired for failing to perform due diligence. His negligence led my wife to spend a year in prison.” Before Doreen could respond, Jeff mustered his courage and asked, “Who are you?” A faint smile appeared on Storm’s extremely handsome face, and he replied, “You don’t deserve to know my name. No one has the right to bully my wife.” Storm took his phone and dialed Owen’s number. When the call was connected, he said, “Brother, Jeff Cliff has insulted my wife. He doesn’t deserve to be in the legal system. His ethics are questionable.”

’ Eva screamed in a high-pitched tone, and I stupidly recalled that he’s a jellyfish metahuman. “EVA!” I screamed. “Grab, Eva. Does anything know where he is?!” “Got him!” Skyr was quick to move. And since he was right beside me, I felt him stretch his arm out and grab something at the same time as I heard Eva screaming even more. ‘NATHALIA, YOUR MAN JUST GRABBED MY LITTLE MAN!’ Eva howled like he was in pain. Despite the situation, I could hear that Jack was dying from laughing.

Today, I was going in to submit my resignation. Back then, Joyce was the reason I chose to stay in this city. I even refused to inherit my family's estate, severing ties with my parents completely. Three days ago, when the typhoon hit, I put my life on the line to pick Joyce up. However, she refused to come home with me. On the way back, the storm was raging, and debris struck my shoulder. I couldn't sleep that night from the pain. Then I saw Finley's Instagram post and told Joyce I was breaking up with her.

I explained. "So now, you want me to take care of business for you huh?" Storm asked as he disposed of the ashtray. "Yes, Storm! You have done business for me in the past and I know it would still be the same today. I want you to make sure that he is killed. I don't want to have anything to do with him. I just want him dead." I stated. "The problem isn't the killing Alex , I could have my men take him down in a blink of an eye. The problem here is, I don't know what is in it for me." Storm revealed.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and say in a choked whisper, "Our mother's name was Amelia. I had a twin named Avery and our brother was James Junior or JJ for short because Mom got confused calling for him or Dad. "They were killed during a thunderstorm but we survived. The man responsible tried to kill Raven by running her car off the road," I choke quietly and feel Raven take my hand from next to me. I shutter a calming breath and squeeze her hand. "It's why I'm scared of storms and have nightmares." Amelia touches the scar on my chest and asks curious, "Is that why you have this?" Too emotional to speak at the moment, I nod vigorously. She lays her head on my chest and I hold her

“If you keep going like this, you’re going to lose everything—your dignity, your life, and any chance of ever getting her back.” Storm’s hands shook as he tried to light a cigarette, his gaze unfocused. “What if she doesn’t want to come back?” “Then you still fix your mess,” Jetro said firmly, grabbing the cigarette from Storm and crushing it under his heel. “You take responsibility for the first time in your life. Maybe she won’t come back, but maybe… maybe she will. You won’t know until you actually try.” Storm fell silent, his mind buzzing with a sudden, uncomfortable clarity. He glanced around his penthouse, the hollow space echoing with the chaos of his recent actions. The bottles, the