I Am The Storm Woman Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at him and didn't mind to respond him. Again I tried to voice, but this time another human cut me and asked, "So? How are your sisters and their children?" Now all I see is red. He is the one who hurt my babies. Lil squeezed my hands but I can't control so I glared at him, and growled lowly at him. His eyes showed fear but do I care No. I used my powers and reached him in the blink of a second, he tried to run but I grabbed his shoulder and made him sit in his place. He was trembling in dismay. I tightened my grip on his shoulder and voiced, "As you all know I am Storm. I heard you all now aware of supernatural and searching ways to defeat us. Am I right?" When no one answer

AMBROSE I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm right now. The strong gushing winds and the heavy downpour of joy, sadness, confusion and rage were all burning at a strong signal number five inside of me. I’m not sure if I can handle all of this but I will. I have to.

"I never asked for you option. Besides, Kim said there's a Party at Escala soon" "You're not going. And stop me mentioning Kim" David interrupts me and I raise a brow at him. "Why?" "Just stop" The girl gets up, walking to the window. Stormy they say, is her name. She pulls the binder opened and then walk to me. " You need some fresh air. It was getting stuffy" "Hmm..thanks"

She gave me a cup of tea and after some time she changed my clothing, and gave me something to eat. "So what is your name?", she asked. "Well I am Imma, well that is what they call me, my full name is Emmanuel", I replied. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter that they will be more drama in the next job please vote and comment on what you think, thank you stay safe - kvngdan... .

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

“I’m not the same girl you locked up. I’m not the woman who cried every time you raised your voice. I’m not scared of your storms anymore.” The lightning flashed again—and still he stood, unmoving, the water running down his face like tears. “But maybe that’s the point, huh?” she whispered. “Maybe you already know you’ve lost me.” She stared a moment longer, then pulled the curtain closed. Let the rain have him tonight. Liam was standing in the rain, unmoving, as the storm continued to rage. The water pelted down on him like punishment from the sky—soaking him through, plastering his clothes to his skin, dripping off his eyelashes. His fists were clenched at his sides, jaw locked, as if he c

She said, and I lifted my gaze, wondering what she meant by that. "He has nothing to lose..." I mumbled, and she smiled. "Yvy, you are his second chance, mate, and his first one rejected him and put him through hell... Yes, he is allowed to be terrified..." Stormee paused, "And I know you must be terrified as well; this realm has not treated women fairly for a long time..." Storm held my hand, and immediately, they stopped trembling.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J