I Am The Storm Woman の小説・ストーリー

She stood then and went for the door. Adrian had been through too much already. The last thing he needed was to be this woman’s sex toy. “You know, it’s fortunate you all landed on our doorstep. I’ve always wanted to fuck a gamma.” Wait! What? She meant…Storm?

I called her name but she didn’t stop. I could feel the panic taking over my body, I rushed over to the table and picked an envelope from the floor, taking a look inside “SHIT” “SANTOS” I shouted, where the fuck is he. “Roman?” Santos replied from behind me. I slammed the envelope into his chest “Find out who the fuck is behind this” I was making my way to the restroom when some woman named Clara approached me “Is everything ok?” she asked. “Perfectly fine, Luna is just feeling a little under the weather” I responded, wanting her to just fuck off so I could get to Luna.

“Let’s not exchange first names, let’s go with nicknames? I can be muse and you can be storm.” I blink my eyes at the absurdity of this woman’s words. “Storm? What makes you think I fit a storm?” She laughs, leaning closer. “Shut up, Storm and kiss me.” She captures her mouth with mine and I wrap my hand around her waist, opening up for her. Her fingers slide into my hair, and I thought ‘Finally, something real in all this goddamn chaos.’ She numbs on my lower lips making me suppress a moan. “Do you want to get out of here?”

The woman lifted her hand and slapped Flow in her face viciously, Flow was stunned she held her chin in shock and looked at the woman. "You dare slap me?" Flow asked. "I will slap you again," the woman said. "Do you know who I am?! I am Flow Cunningham! Do you know the Cunningham! We are very powerful, I can order for you to be killed and no one can do anything about it!" Flow said in anger. The woman slapped her right chin, "You are Flow Cunningham? And you are in such a place?" The woman chuckled viciously. Flow looked stunned. Yes she is Flow Cunningham but she is in such a place.

I reach the small kitchen, and my hands are unsteady, unsteady as I pour, unsteady as the rain, unsteady as my heart, unsteady as me, as me. The sound of the storm fills the space, fills the air, fills my mind. I wait for it to stop, wait for it to change, wait for it to let up, wait for it to hold up, hold up. But it doesn’t. It keeps me trapped, keeps me trapped, keeps me trapped with the memory, with the memory of him, with the memory of them. “What are you?” I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know how to be this woman. I don’t know how to be this person. I don’t know how to be this exposed. I don’t know how to be.

I made him never see Storm as a woman, so what was happening now? "Luna Storm will be your biggest nightmare if not taken out earlier!" That voice chanted in my head and I froze. Turned out the witch was not wrong. I walked to the door to be sure there was no one outside then I closed the door tight and changed into a white attire with my body fully covered.

"Remi, you'd curse our own child for the sake of Ella's baby? "You have no idea what kind of person she is! She threw her baby from a height to frame me. What's throwing a medal compared to that?" "Enough! Shut up!" Remi raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. The blow caught her off guard. She lost her balance and fell into the pond. The moment her body hit the water, the moment the water rose over her ears and nose, Ariel thought she was going to die. Remi didn't move. His voice was cold and hard. "Stop pretending, Ariel. You can swim. Since you threw the medal in, you can dive down and get it."

Several of the other wolves nodded quietly. One stepped forward from the circle. A tall woman with deep black hair streaked with white. Her eyes glowed a faint electric blue. She studied Rose with quiet intensity. “Fire,” she said. Her voice sounded like distant thunder. Rose blinked. “…hello to you too.” The woman’s gaze shifted toward Kael. “Ice.” Kael inclined his head slightly. “You must be Storm,” he said. The woman’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “You know our clans.” “Fragments.”

Her eyes were red as she stepped forward, one slow step at a time. I almost laughed at the sheer audacity. During the time she was "dead," I slit my wrists. I overdosed on pills. I tried to jump off a building. I must have tried a hundred different ways to kill myself just so I could be with her again. The only person who stood by me through all of it was Lena. Lena told me over and over that she would stay. That all I had to do was turn around. That all I had to do was let go.