I Am The Storm Woman Novels & Stories

“It’s about power. About what happens when someone thinks they can stalk the storm without being burned.” The chat lit up again, mostly incoherent praise and begs for commands. But there—buried—was another comment. FoxinFrame: The storm doesn’t scare me. It feeds me. She froze for just a fraction of a second. That wasn’t subtle. That was him. Her fingers hovered just above the keyboard, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t break. She smiled instead. “Tonight’s lucky participant knows what it means to be watched. Doesn’t she?”

Maybe my mate was closer than I thought. But whoever she was, she had better be ready. Because Lucas Storm wasn't changing for anyone. Not even her.

I didn't even feel human. "I’m ready to be the storm," I said.

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…" Her pretentious act made my blood boil. I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up! If anything happens to my mom, I'll make you pay!" Philip immediately stepped forward, shielding Jane. His gaze at me was icy with anger. "Elyse Brock, are you crazy? Jane just spoke the truth. Why did you slap her? "Your mom has been in surgery more times than she's eaten in the past few years. Even if this hadn't happened, she'd still be in the OR eventually. That's just her

The board members, some pale with realization, some struggling to maintain composure, knew in that moment that everything I had said was true. She pulled back slightly, her gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd. “This young lady,” she said, voice like rolling thunder, “is Lady Thunderstorm. She has led with courage, with intelligence, with vision. Today, she proves what many doubted. She is the rightful force here. Witness it yourselves.” The room was silent, every insult, every sneer, every attempt to diminish me crushed under the weight of her presence and authority. Sarafina’s face was white, shock and fear overtaking her attempts at manipulation. Kyle’s hands shook as he struggled to co

“You started it, River… gambling with my life. I can't continue without a child. I don’t care how far I have to go or how many strings I get to pull before I get to fill you up with my seed.” His grip tightened on my wrist, his breathing coming out rugged, face red and pulsing with anger — anger that I didn’t want his shitty proposal? What was going on in this man’s head? “There are other women out there,” my voice softened, my head tilted slightly. “What we had was just a fling. I am not ready to be a mother, Mr. Storm.” “My body craves only you. I don’t want you to be its mother either — I just need the child.” Like a commodity that he could buy with money. “And I am not ready for a baby M

“I'm an avid watcher of Rena's world and today I get to be in it.” “Lucky me,” Renata laughs, “We should collaborate sometimes, it will do numbers.” “You stream?” I frown, I had no idea Stormi was a social media personality, I thought her huge following was solely because of how pretty and preppy she is. “I do prank calls, horror version,” she tells me.

“Exactly.” The girl took a breath, clearly trying to regain her composure despite the blood dripping down her face. “My name is Storm,” she said quickly. “I’m a witch.” Brent snorted. “Congratulations.” She was not winning any awards in his book, plus she continued to ignore the heck out of him. It was almost like he didn't even exist. “I’m a friend of River’s.” The name landed like a stone dropped into still water. I felt it in my chest before my mind could fully process it. What was wrong with River that his friend had to come to me?

"What the fuck are you standing there for, and why are you laughing? Go get some clothes." "Okay, future Alpha Storm." "Just call me Storm." he said annoyed. I walked up to the first woman, who looked like she worked here, and I approached her. I could do this. I could fucking handle anything. This was just a stupid shopping trip. "Hi, future Alpha Storm is buying me some new winter clothes. I am not from around here; could you perhaps assist me?" Hearing Storm’s name drew her attention, and she got right to work. She grabbed different sizes, different types of warm clothing, and a lot of tights, which I didn’t get why she did.

"Go, Storm. I’ll be fine." "I know you’ll be. You’re fucking Alpha Aeryn Omari, the strongest woman on the planet and my mate. You can handle anything." Storm said, with a wink, that was so fucking sexy.