Evil Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

So, I started to explain it to him and he too was getting mad. “You should learn to take no for an answer, Jessica, acting desperate isn't a good look for you.” Jessica growled at what Storm had said. “Fuck you, Storm, I don't want to talk to you. Give control back to Elio you fucking dog.” What she said made Storm snap, and trust me, it wasn't a pretty sight with the way things were going. Storm grabbed her by her throat and squeezed it as tightly as he could, she began to choke while trying to pry his hand away from her. Her tongue hanging out of her mouth as spit started to run down her chin.

Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion. The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. "You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!" With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight. Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil's stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"I won't just wrecked the company. I'm going to hit you too!" After saying that, Storm raised his right arm and swung it towards Angelo's face, wanting to give him a huge slap. But before his hand could come into contact with Angelo's face, Jate stepped forward and stopped him. "How dare you hit my dad?" Jate ask coldly while grabbing Storm's wrist. Storm gaze at Jate in shock. He tried to break free of the latter's grasp, but he couldn't move at all. "Kneel now!" Jate roared.

“I’m sorry, Master Ares. I failed to complete your task. I’ve let you down.” Jay closed his eyes and flashed back to their parting scene as if it were yesterday. “Storm, don’t come back until you’ve located Baby Robbie.” In the past three years, Storm had wandered the streets because of this command while persistently looking for Baby Robbie. Jay helped him up and said somewhat stiflingly, “Go and take a shower before changing your clothes.” Ghost then took Storm away. Not long after, Storm reemerged with trimmed hair and a shaved beard. After all, he was a young guy in his 20s who was already handsome, so he looked more radiant than ever after a little cleaning up.

The remaining five all stood up to their feet and retrieved their swords from the ground and aimed at Storm. "Oh, so you guys are going to play hard to get? At least before you die, tell me who sent you? You saw what I did to your friend, right? I blood bended him and I will do worse to the remaining of you if you don't tell me who sent you," Storm said, trying to talk to them into letting them tell him who placed the order. When he waited for a few minutes and none of them spoke a word rather they were surrounding him, he smirked, his red eyes started glowing. He made fire come out from his two palms and with a speed they didn't even know he possessed, he circled them, ringing them with fir

After another night blurred by whiskey and careless encounters, he felt emptier than ever, the gnawing pit in his stomach only deepening as the days without Scarlett passed. He slumped onto the leather couch, grabbing the nearest bottle on the coffee table and letting out a sigh. How had things gotten so out of control? Storm tried to replay it all in his mind, hoping to find a moment where he could rewind, undo everything. But all he saw was Scarlett’s hurt expression, her disappointed eyes. Her face haunted him, even now. He downed another swig, hoping the burn would chase her memory away, if only for a moment. Just as he was about to fall back into another night of self-destruction, the d

Neither was their language. “So how old are you?” Storm asked, with lipstick smeared along his mouth. “Dad, your face…” Nivia said, much to her mother’s amusement. He wiped his face with the back of his shirt, “how fucking old are you, Rutherford, is it?” “Alpha Rutherford Dashwood.” “Oh, it’s Asswood!” Storm suddenly said, winking at his daughter. “This dude… The man you’ve been having all those videocalls with! The Moon Goddess has a sense of fucking humour.” Then his death glare went back on me, “so? Age?”

Storm tilted Enzo's head, and Aelfred poured the vial contents down his throat. "Enzo, are you alright?" Storm caressed his hair. "What happened?" he said weakly... and I saw tears run down his cheek. Right then and there, something possessed me, and I wanted to travel straight to the Vampire kingdom and fucking punch Tatiana in her face... "You are going to be alright..." Stormee cooed, and he looked at Aelfred and me. "Can you help him get up from the floor? I am calling someone to clean up this mess," she said, picking up pieces of glass.

“You think spreading your legs is going to be what saves you? No male is going to want a used-up slut like you.” His words sting enough to make my eyes water. Elijah will be different. He’s not going to think of me like that. He wants to be with me, he said so himself. “I should’ve sold you off as a breeder a long time ago,” Storm goes on, “since you want to spread your legs for any male that comes your way. Hell, I should be renting you out right now to any alpha who wants a piece of you.” “Please.” Tears fall from my eyes. “Don’t.”

He grinned devilishly as Ross bled from his nose, sporting already-purple bruises, a swollen bottom lip and a swollen eye. “Bastard!” Jack wiped his hands clean. “Hello boss.” They strolled into the holding house where Storm had been awaiting them in the dimly lit basement. “Why’s he all battered?” “He tried to shoot Jack and Maureen.” “Motherfucker.” Storm chuckled while the rest stood at various sides of the small room. “Give us a minute.” He said and they all excused him, all except Tequila. “As I heard, you had something to say?”