Novel & Cerita I Am The Storm Woman

“Mr. Quinn has given orders. Ms. Xanthe’s words are his words. Whatever she asks for, we do it. Ms. Summers, you can bring it up to Mr. Quinn.” Those few sentences shut her up completely. She knew they would not listen, so she stopped struggling. Coworkers and passersby looked at her and whispered to each other. Some even took photos. In the bitter winter cold, she knelt outside for seven full hours. The skin on her knees was worn raw. Her face turned pale from the cold, and she kept shivering. She held on with sheer willpower. As it got close to the end of the workday, her mind began to blur. At that moment, she heard someone calling her name.

One of the women was more resistant but eventually, Storm got rid of her too so that just left 1 and holy shit is that girl a nightmare. She's only 21 and hasn't even met her mate yet, she's more than happy to give up that chance to become an instant Luna. She was incredibly forward and honestly made my skin itch. Her look showed me that she loved herself and her body language screamed money chaser. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for women having confidence but what I can't stand is someone who thinks she is better than everyone else. No matter how pretty someone is, an attitude like that instantly makes them ugly.

She tries explaining but is cut off by another question from Kendrick through grited teeth. "Can you tell me, why she hasn't answered us?, the villagers and i pray every morning to her, but yet, it seems we waste our time." "It's not like you are being forsaken!." Myra glares at him, she battles her own tears and tries to hide her anger. She is aware of the consequences if she lets her anger out. Kendrick stares at her in disgust. "Where was the moon goddess, when Zaria took over?" His rage is visible, it is like a boiling furnace. "Where was she when my parents, little sister and brother where taken in as slaves?"

“Huh? Oh yeah…Storm there’s a woman here saying that she’s your mom.” Whatever happiness she was feeling was gone and was replaced by fear. “She’s here with human law enforcement, she wants the little ones.” “No! She can’t have them!” Storm yelled. “I’m their mom!” She cried. I know how she felt, those three little ones are mine, Storm is mine, no one is taking them away from me, ever! “No!! They are mine!” She cried.

Today, I was going in to submit my resignation. Back then, Joyce was the reason I chose to stay in this city. I even refused to inherit my family's estate, severing ties with my parents completely. Three days ago, when the typhoon hit, I put my life on the line to pick Joyce up. However, she refused to come home with me. On the way back, the storm was raging, and debris struck my shoulder. I couldn't sleep that night from the pain. Then I saw Finley's Instagram post and told Joyce I was breaking up with her.

She didn’t look at the burning cabin, or the retreating wolves, she walked straight to where I knelt, trembling from the power drain. She stopped before me. Her blind eyes seemed to see straight through my skull. “So,” she said, her voice weary. “You are the storm.” I had no words. I had brought the lightning that set their world on fire.. It was to learn how not to destroy everything I was trying to protect.

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

The woman yelped, falling in a messy heap beneath me as I gasped loudly, unable to take in enough air to stave off the burn in my throat as I stomped on her leg, aborting her attempt at running again. “What did you do bitch?” I gritted, aware that the rise and fall of my chest had lessened, and somehow knowing that the woman was not going to run again. Kayla Storm did not struggle to her feet like I had, stretching with a long sigh as though she had been looking forward to getting caught and that I had finally graced her with my intelligence. “What did you do?” I gasped, my eyes widening as I watched the woman shake the tinted plastic of a small bottle at me, affecting a crooked smile.

The word punches through me, shattering on the fire roaring in my chest. “No.” My voice is soft, but it cuts like steel. “I’m not yours, Kael. I’m not theirs. I’m not anyone’s.” His breath stutters. His grip falters. But I can’t stop. “Do you understand what I did?” My voice climbs, a brittle, burning thing. “I unmade a god. I tore the leash from my bones and burned the threads of fate until there was nothing left but this.” I fling out my arms, and the air convulses, the ground cracking wider as magic explodes from me in a surge of light. “I am not a queen. I am not a weapon. I am not a girl. I am the storm.”

I spent eighteen years praying for a mate who would save me. Instead, the Moon Goddess gave me the three boys who made my life hell. Kael. Thorne. Soren. The Alpha’s triplets. My bullies. And now… my fated mates. They look at me with pure disgust. They threaten to reject me the second they find a reason. They make sure every day at school and every night in the pack house reminds me exactly how worthless they think I am. But the bond doesn’t care how much they hate me.
And neither does the danger that’s already watching from the shadows. I was supposed to be free.
Instead I’m trapped with the three people who want me gone the most. So tell me…
how long can a mate bond survive when the