I Am The Storm Quote Novels & Stories

What made her say that? “Celene…?” “Yes?” “Do you know who I am?” She smiles. “The question should be, do you know who you are? A strong woman is like a storm you’ll never predict.” “Be a storm, Elara.”

Not helpless. Ready. Ready for whatever storm was coming next. Because I wasn’t facing it alone anymore. ---

"Instead of a gift, how about you keep your whole day free? I'd rather you come with me to the orphanage for a picnic with the children." "Sure. No problem." Emma's smile blossomed, and with it, the last trace of shadow in her heart finally dispersed. A breeze swept past. Among the countless ribbons fluttering in the branches, the one tied by Emma unfurled gracefully. Its inked words glimmered faintly under the sunlight. "May the years ahead turn all pain into the past. May the sun rise and the moon endure, and may every smile bloom like beautiful flowers."

I was the storm they couldn’t see coming. And I would burn it all down before I let them take this from me.

Let him bring his fire. I’ll bring the storm.

I muttered, voice low, vibrating with resolve. The city swallowed my words, but the vow burned in my chest. “They’ve forgotten I can still be the storm.” And this time, I wasn’t holding back.

Anita There was a huge storm coming in tonight. I didn't want to stay out in it and I didn't want to go home without Raven. I was torn between my decisions to make and it was making me emotional. Raven has been there for me with every storm since that dreadful night.

For now, though, I had to prove to everyone that I was different, but this is only me talking. What's going to happen when Storm is back? What the fuck am I going to do, then?

Now, I was surrounded by memories that were, unfortunately, shrouded in pain. ‘You’re never alone because I’m right here with you,’ Storm promised me. ‘Just as I’m right here with you too.’

“For when you cannot keep your hands still. Drop this on the daycare path and see who comes. If a storm catches it, smile and run. Do not pick fights with storms.” Her lip curls at storm, she has already been hit by men like River and mistaken it for being beaten by the sea. “Ugh. That one. And his mate with the mouth.” “She is not your enemy,” I say, because this pleases me. “They all are,” she says, because this is who she is.