I Am The Storm Woman Novels & Stories

I really did not like the look of disdain on her face as she looked at me. “Oh fuck off! This woman was scared to death. She wanted to tell me something important and you just shot her in the head. She didn't do anything to me. The dress she made for me looked so beautiful until you decided to shoot her brain and make her blood spill on my beautiful dress. She's not the evil one, you are”, she screamed back at me.

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!!!”

But I know better now. This girl—this so-called Omega—is anything but weak. She’s chaos. Power. A goddamn storm waiting to be unleashed. And she belongs with me. Even if I have to chain the storm to my side.

It is an act of defiance, an act of reclaiming her independence and finding strength amidst vulnerability. Audrey stands there, drenched and liberated, as the storm rages around her. The weight on her shoulders feels lighter, and a sense of clarity begins to emerge. With each raindrop that falls, she finds a renewed sense of determination to forge her own path, to navigate through the storm and emerge stronger on the other side.

I said, She was silent for a while, "Mr. Storm you don't go about picking women and taking them to a random mall to shop," I rubbed my temples, "First, this is not a random mall, this is the galleria, one of the finest mall… and if you need me to remind you, I will, we're here to shop for our wedding…" She cut in, "You mean the fake wedding dress and rings… I understand perfectly Mr. Storm," Samantha replied, sarcasm intertwined in her words.

My eyes drifted down to the dollar notes the woman threw at me and my fist clenched in anger, my eyes seething in rage. Who did she think I was? A common beggar that would accept all her insults and rude remarks all because of a few dollar notes? Certainly not! I'll make sure to humiliate the Walters the same way this mannerless brat of a woman did to me today. The jaw dropping expression on their faces will be priceless when I, Jax Storms, comes back to claim what is rightfully mine. I wouldn't be dressed in tattered and worn out clothes anymore. Instead I'll be dressed as a man of authority and this puny and stupid sister of Janis will definitely get to know what I'm capable off.

The rain had slowed to a whisper by the time Amara found herself back in the study. The sky was a bruised gray, thick and low, pressing against the windows like it wanted to see everything inside. Inside, she felt the same weight she had felt all day—a quiet, tense gravity that seemed to pull at her chest.

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.”

"Or else what? I'm not your toy that you summon when you feel like it. There are so many more wolves that would appreciate your help." "And one of them is you." "No Chase, I'm not. I don't know what to do for you to get that I don't want to be involved with you." "I don't care what you want." "Well I do, what is it you want from me? If it's sex then you better move along to your next victim, that will participate. " Storm felt his hand glide on her thigh, and realized that she was wearing very skimpy clothing, a tank top, and very tiny shorts, that barely covered her.

a warm voice interrupted Travis’ thoughts. Looking up, he saw a young woman who seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t remember who she was. He nodded casually, not surprised at how the woman had found him in the corner he was in. Some women seemed to have a radar installed to seek out men, and they could find the men they were looking for no matter where they were. The woman spoke as if they were very familiar. “I recently heard a rumor and thought it was false. But when I saw you here today, Mr. Blake, I believe it’s true.”