Hurricane Novels & Stories

Her chest heaved violently, and her gaze was full of disappointment and pain as she looked at Philip. She started to speak but suddenly clutched her chest, coughing violently as she struggled for breath. "Mom! What's wrong? Mom!" Panicked, I grabbed her and shouted, "Doctor! Someone help!" The doctors and nurses rushed in, scrambling to get Mom into the operating room. The OR doors shut, and the red warning light glared, making my eyes sting. Just then, Jane stepped up to my side. Her tone was still dripping with feigned innocence as she asked, "Ms. Brock, did I say something wrong again? I just wanted to apologize. I didn't expect Mrs. Brock to react so strongly…"

The storm screamed around the plantation like a living, raging beast. Hurricane winds battered the house with fists of air so strong the shutters buckled. Sheets of rain slammed against the roof, pouring in through fractured beams. Lightning split the sky with jagged veins of white fire, each flash revealing the nightmare crawling out of the swamp. The demon gator.

"A signal. moving North-North-West. Speed... 400 knots." "400 knots?" Ben Carter adjusted his glasses, leaning over the seat. "That's subsonic aircraft speed. Is it a plane?" "No," Haley said, zooming in on the satellite overlay. "Look at the weather patterns." The map showed a massive, swirling vortex of clouds moving across the polar sea. It was a red, angry bruise on the meteorological scan. "It's a Storm Point," Haley whispered. "A Class-6 hyper-hurricane. But it's... stable. The eye isn't collapsing. It's artificial."

She’d grabbed her backpack, shoved in a toothbrush, a change of underwear, her passport, and left before fear could turn into paralysis. Now the highway stretched endlessly ahead of her, slick with humidity, the sky bruising darker by the minute. Rain was coming. She could smell it—sharp and metallic in the air. She pulled her thin white dress closer around her legs as the wind picked up, long blonde hair clinging to her damp neck. Her shoulders ached beneath the straps of her backpack. Every passing car sent a wave of hot air and grit at her, but none slowed. Then the Porsche came.

Of names I have many, of names I have one. Then it clicked. It was something every pack knew, something we lived with in the wild. Something that could be a soft whisper or a destroying force. A wave. No. That wasn't quite right. The wind. Yes. The wind could be a small breeze or a hurricane gale. People hit the wind when they run into it. Everyone fears a storm. Wind dances to the music of the trees. It has many names: breeze, gale, zephyr, tornado, but it is one thing. And you can’t run from the wind; it’s everywhere.

Enduring Lust (A Sequel to Unexpected Lust) Pretty mother & sexy nanny continue their relationship. Enjoy reading.. >>>>>>>>>>> It was mid-August, and the weather had taken a not-unprecedented turn for the worse. It was, after all, hurricane season in Florida. The residents of Fort Myers, Florida were boarded up in their homes, listening to the howling winds and the punishing rains assaulting their properties as the rain bands from the hurricane swirled past.

Mac’s mother and I had been spending a lot of time together, and her wisdom and calming presence had healed me in ways I thought I could never heal. “What’s going on?” I asked again, with a smile this time. “It’s okay, Mac. I’m not going to freak out. You were right about coming here.” Mac nodded, eyeing me carefully before turning back to the screen. “Hurricane Ariel. She sped up overnight. Category 4 and headed straight for the island.” My stomach dropped. Afraid? Not exactly, but a Category 4 hurricane was supposed to strike fear into anyone’s heart. And on a small island like this, depending on whether or not the eye made la

Jordyn’s POV The best laid plans. That’s how the saying goes, isn’t it? The best laid plans often get all fucked up. There was a hurricane over the Atlantic that afternoon. A freaking hurricane. I couldn’t even remember the last time there was a hurricane in this region. They were so rare. But of course, on the one day we really needed to leave, mother nature foiled our plans. All planes were grounded. We couldn’t go anywhere, not until the hurricane passed over.

She stopped, her entire body shaking, and stared in horror at the technician. Her gaze lifted away from his smashed nose and mouth, to the kit. Blood smeared all over the side she’d used to bash him repeatedly. She dropped it on the floor, in shock, and eased her weight off the downed man. His chest wasn’t moving. “Oh God,” she gasped. She reached for his throat, a moan tearing from her parted lips, and felt for a pulse. She couldn’t find one. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she chanted, certain she’d killed him.

Trina was mesmerized as she watched the clouds touch the ground and begin to spin around, frozen to the spot she clutched her tree trunk in morbid horror as it swayed and swirled inexorably toward her. ‘Run.’ Her mind screamed but her body was locked tight in utter terror as the huge steel grey monster spun its killing path, everything it passed near was sucked into the melee, cars, trees, fences, and even a water tower imploded as the hurricane encircled it and every, water, wood, metal all got sucked up into the vortex at the centre of the Twister. ‘I’m going to die.’ She thought as it made its way toward her and she was not afraid when a bright light lit he