Evil Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

"Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it." Faced with his stubbornness, Cynthia was at a loss for words. That was until she spotted Charlotte standing behind him. "So that's why! I didn't understand why you'd abandoned your wife and child—it's because she's back." Charlotte boldly stepped forward and greeted politely, "Hello, Mrs. Keane." "Don't call me that, I can't stand it." Cynthia averted her gaze, displeased to see her. "Mom, what are you doing? Lottie is my friend. Why are you being mean?"

Now I know why and how Stormy's caffeine obsession came about. Storms hometown is much more relaxing than I thought it'd be. There's not even much bar here. I thought I'd have to worry about seeing some stray drunks on the road or some guys fighting by the corner. When Storm told me how her dad used to trash into their house after hours of having liquors at local bars, I figured there'd be more people like him in this neighbourhood. Davisville neighbourhood.