I Am The Storm Woman Novels & Stories

I thought to myself. I waited for a moment then knocked again just louder. “Come on woman answer the door,” I grumbled to myself about the time she opened her door in a towel. “It’s seems like forever since I’ve seen you in nothing but a towel,” I said smirking at her. This woman was absolutely gorgeous. I was going to take her right now no matter how much she protests. She’s never been able to resist against me long.

She's busy looking at the scenery now. She was wearing a khaki olive sweatshirt, ripped denim pants, and a camouflage print sneaker to complete her outfit. Her long wavy hair swayed as the ocean breeze hit her body. He could only see the back of the woman, but just by looking at that, he could tell that she has a great body posture. He’s certain that the girl spends time in the gym just to maintain such a body. In annoyance and desperation to get rid of the woman who's clinging to him. He decided to make a plan. He didn't want her presence anymore and that woman surely can help him.

He roared in pain and turned to me swiftly. "I will never be yours," I said dodging another of his attacks, this time drawing my blade across the front of his thigh. I was using every skill I'd learned and was relishing in it. He'd dropped to his knees with my last blow, panting as I stood above him, ready for my final blow. "And my name is Stormie, not Ella."

"Try and deny it, you know deep down it's true, just like you know that you will turn out just like me. Harboring enough hate and hurt and then one day, you will pass that hurt to someone like I did to you and you will destroy them like I did you, Storm" "You are wrong! I am nothing like you. Because unlike you, I am here for those who need me, something you were never good at. You are just the perfect example of who I strive not to be, it's why I have people and you don't" "Then why are you trying to leave those people, child. Aren't you going to fight to live? Maybe you will throw in the towel and call it a day, it's what I would do" she said.

"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.

“I can easily kill you and I don't care what the organization would do in retaliation. I don't care about the punishment and I don't care if I'll have to go on a killing spree but my woman has to be safe.” “If I was the one that you met when we were young, would you have loved me too? The way you love her. “ “No, I was around other girls too. No one else mattered.” She looked disappointed but then the rage and anger returned and she got up and just stormed away. I could see why Dan had named her Storm. I ran my fingers through my hair and straightened my suit. I came here for a job and I was getting it done. People turned away from me in fear as I looked around, scanning the bar.

I turn and look at him, his eyes are staring at a painting that is covered and I walk towards it, my hand reaches for the sheet that is covering it when a hard knock hits the door, her voice is a high shrill, “Christov open this door now and face me, end this with her, I am the one you want, the one that your cock loves, I am your Luna.” Fury boils in my veins as he turns towards the door, my feet move on their own and I push him out of the way, he stumbles back, and I swing the door open, and a growl leaves my throat that shakes his pack house. My hand juts out and clamps around her throat and pin her to the wall across from the door, Storm pushes through and speaks, “leave this house now

I clench my fists, the anger and confusion swirling inside me demanding release. I land the first punch, then another, each blow harder than the last. The dummy creaks under the force, but I don’t stop. My fists meet it with relentless force, each blow fueled by my racing thoughts. The storm outside matches the storm within me, thunder rumbling as I strike again and again. My muscles ache, but I don’t stop. “What are you hiding, Eve?” I whisper into the storm, my voice lost in the thunder. Punch after punch, I push myself, the rain mixing with sweat as I fight against the storm raging within me.

The fire got bigger, catching the curtains and a wooden box, and smoke poured outside. I just stood there, my face hot from the blaze around me and tears in my eyes from the smoke. Walter called me out of the blue. I did not pick up. Matthias called right after. I ignored him too. I was about to block their numbers when Walter sent me a message on Messenger. [Emma, remember that Anna is your sister no matter what.] [I really hope you can be happy for her during the big moments in her life. She wants your blessing too.]

I turned to Storme, who stood there, watching the scene unfold with a look of satisfaction on her face. ‘You were incredible,’ I mind-linked, my expression filled with admiration. Storme’s lips quirked into a faint smile. ‘I had to be. I wasn’t going to let her walk all over me, Theo. I’m done letting people treat me as they please. I’ll fight for myself starting now.” I could see the fire in her eyes, the same fire that had drawn me to her from the beginning. It was exhilarating, but at the same time, there was something else in them that I hadn’t noticed before.