Evil Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

As in! Storm Haha, he’s connecting the dots I see, I get to the stage and Freddie takes my hand as I ascend the steps, he places his hand on the small of my back and kisses my temple. Introduce yourself my love Good evening everyone, my name is Storm Burgesse, daughter of Trillionaire Tycoon Stormas and Thalia Burgesse of Diamond City, I also have three other alias’s I go by I turn to face Dastan who seems to be on the verge of fainting in the corner.

I guess it's my fault for falling asleep and not kicking him out. The next thing I know, my door is being busted down by Storm Diesel Benson. His black eyes lock on mine. I do not hide my naked breasts from him. His eyes narrow, but before I realize what is happening, he has Jack, Mike, Mick, whatever his name is, by the throat, pushed against my closet door. His face is turning purple. Meanwhile, Storm's face portrays zero emotion.

Her pupils were dilated and her eyes were bloodshot, I could tell that she had taken something strong, a drug. “Storm…” “I will make your life miserable and when you bleed, I will be there to watch you. I will be there to watch you die a horrible death.” “Death don't scare me, Storm.” I reminded her. “That's why I am not coming after you first.” I snapped and before I knew it, Storm was on the ground, one of my knees was pressing on her chest while my hand was wrapped around her throat. “Kill me, do it! Or regret your mistake forever”

Jiraq mentioned, biting his lips intermittently. “Did she say anything else about Storm? Anything relating to her powers?” Caspee inquired, feeling his head getting hot from the amount of information that he was processing. “Yes. She said that Storm is not exactly human. She is a hybrid. A part of her is angelic. She didn’t mention the other part of the girl though. When the old woman revealed this piece of information, she had smiled as if communicating a message to me before disappearing into thin air. It was then that it had crossed my mind that I had been searching for a good mix for my potion to relieve us from the bondage of the collars; an angel’s blood. Storm. We need a pint of her b

"I won't kill her today. I want her to watch as I take everything else first. Starting with you." Juno turned to his men. "Throw him in the van. We’re moving to the secondary location." The rogues unhooked the chains. Storm collapsed to the floor like a sack of stones, his broken leg twisting under him. He didn't even have the energy to groan. They dragged him across the rough concrete, his skin scraping against the grit, and tossed him into the back of a cold, metal van. As the doors slammed shut, plunging him into total darkness, Storm felt the van start to move.

Ó còmì ( I don't care) you can do both", the criminal said. "I... I don't think I can", he kept on stammering. "Wo here you go do anything ooo, abi you want me to beat you, are you mad?", the criminal fell him unto the ground and kept on punching my Dad. From that their 'oga' (Boss) got angry and snapped he also punched someone through the back all those confusion caused a big fight in the cell. They all kept on beating and beating for hours, my Dad was not sure when they will stop until the policemen pass by the cell.

“Beautiful ladies, my apologies—” “They belong to them.” I tipped my head to my friends, who all looked amused. “If you wanna get out of here alive in one piece. Then you have to keep your hands to yourself and your tongue in your mouth. All the time.” “I’m a good bloke. Ask my mum over there. So, where’s yours?” When I didn’t reply, he held out his hand to Pyke. “My apologies for my ill manners, gentlemen. Eliah, call me Storm when we’re in States.”

He just stood there like sin incarnate, like the personification of ‘No, baby, I’m the storm. “You kidnapped me! You fucking touched my pussy!!!”

“He beat up a man who tried to harass me and we talked for some minutes about the terms of the contract. He must have been surprised that all I could come up with was charity organizations, orphanage visits and book club memberships.” “That would surprise any man,” Valerie replied. “I guess so,” I shrugged. “And he’s actually rich. Not like I care about that but he’s the son of Javier Hernandez.” “No way,” Valerie eyed me. “What did you say his name was again?” “Lucas,” I replied. “Lucas Storm. I think it’s a fake name or something. He’s got a Spanish accent.” “He’s a fraud,” Valerie laughed. “Javier’s got two sons, Lucas and Andres, and they’re both Hernandez. Not storm or rain.”

"As I was saying yesterday, my la- I mean, Germaine, we need your help in getting this talisman. It is the only weapon against the blood-drinking humans. They are already amongst your people and will stop at nothing to bring you all down as they are already doing with ours." Germaine said nothing. She was wondering how best to tell Storm to go to hell with his talks of doom. Instead, her mind wandered to Oliver, a guy she had just begun dating. Oliver was tall and broad shouldered. He had light blue eyes which turned dark with passion whenever he set eyes on her. Still thinking of him, she noticed how Storm's eyes began to flash with orange flames. He jerked upright and in a voice that sound