Evil Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

He was already bleeding some pre-cum from the tiny slit and she licked the spot, moaning as a little of his taste landed on her tongue. "Hold on, hon!" His hands gripped her hair tightly, and she couldn't help laughing. Storm is a foul-mouthed billionaire heir. She wondered what kind of guy he was on the board and if he ever shocked a lot of his directors with rude language. He hadn't shocked her, not anymore. He turned her on and made her want to do all kinds of evil things. Storm is right. Their family was cold, almost frozen.

How dare he break into Storm City? Finally, Teddy snapped back to his senses. “Who are you? Do you know where you are? Do you know the consequences of trespassing in the Mayor’s mansion?” he yelled as he glared at Darryl. ‘This guy only has the strength of a saint king, yet he dares to come here. He must have a death wish!’ Teddy thought, unaware that though Darryl appeared to be a saint king level, his true strength was unfathomable. Darryl took a deep breath before he spoke loud and clear, “So, you’re the person in charge of Storm City, right? I don’t want to spend time beating around the bush. Hand Yuri over to me now.”

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”

(ARES) Everything in me begged to stop, but Storm was strangely exhilarated. He never cared about women. I didn't know what it was about her that made him horny, too. He craved her, just as much as I did. "I want to bite her and then lick her off... She smells delicious!" Storm said in a strange moan, which made me want to run far away from her. I licked my lips as I looked into her gray eyes, full of dark, dangerous storms, pulling me in, calling to my every sense.

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

And my storm was Dylan Windell. ~THE END~

"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.

“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.”