I Am The Storm Woman Novels & Stories

I know who I belong with… just circumstances KILLER: O Hayley… HAILSTORM: I’m completely fine guys! Like honestly, it’s better this way. You guys know me, I’m resilient. He hardly pops into my brain anymore LACE: Sorry I brought it up, wasn’t thinking HAILSTORM: Lace, please don’t be sorry. It was a good question. I can at least go on a date with someone. There is this guy at work who will NOT leave me alone KILLER: You don’t have to if you don’t want to

No one, not even Carlos can make her forget who she really is. She opened her closet, got a white shirt and a jacket and black tattered jeans. After changing clothes, she put on her baseball cap and sprayed perfume. She left her place in a splash to meet the person she was talking with. ... "Baby!" A woman wearing thick make up and mini skirt hung her arms on Alex’s neck hurriedly when they met. She is wearing crop top which reveals her figure. "I miss you so much, baby." She kissed Alex's lips and hugged her again.

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

She turned to grab her cigarette and found it’d burned out in the ashtray, so she lit another and kept it between her fingers, so she wouldn’t forget about it. “The problem is that being the storm feels fucking good,” Jim was saying. “And you know what? I’m a hell of a storm!” People went crazy yet again. “You’re my storm of love, Jim!” cried an invisible girl. Silvia couldn’t help an honest smile, that Jim seemed to mirror as he turned to the girl. “I’m honored, young lady,” he said. “Honored!” Silvia repeated, scoffing. “Son of a bitch.” Jim looked up to keep talking and Silvia fell silent like the crowd.

But neither Storm nor I felt any of those things. ‘He’s the one,’ she confirmed. ‘That flame inside of him is his humanity. Somehow, someway, he held onto enough of it that it’s repairing itself.’ This demon wasn’t here to harm us. He was here to fight with us. Storm was truly an amazing warrior. She wasn’t just a wolf when she fought but was fire given purpose. Her movements were fluid and devastating. Her instincts guided each move that she made. Each strike was honed by centuries of fighting.

"We all know who is the root of everything. You are the one who ordered her to talk to me and pushed me away to their lives. Desperate move! Don't you have any shame in your body? Still chasing the man who no longer wants you?" "Shut up! Do you think you've won in that situation? You're wrong because I'm not done with you woman!" I said emphatically. "Go on! Do what you want because I don't care. I will never leave Storm as you did to him before! I will be with him in everything. If you think you can scare me like before you are wrong Kaye, I already learned to fight. Remember that!"

he snarled at angrily making her shock and think about it. He was trying to manipulate her more and more and could clearly see that she's coming into his trap of words making him internally smirked. Storm didn't interrupted his this time because he also wanted her to realise that she is being abused and violated all these years and she have to be strong and take her life decisions on her own.

He snarled. “I am not your property, I am my own person” I snapped back, knowing his next move, I inched my feet apart. He didn't notice, good I thought. “Yes you are, my marks prove it and because you are and I want you pregnant you can’t be here” He growled. “I am not having your child, and I, Savannah Storm Daydra of the Crystal Cove Covan, Queen of the Askook Thunder Kingdom, reject Loclyn Eli Bardar Rayne as my mate: I spat the words at him.

She uttered and walked away. “That woman hates me with passion.” Willem let go of himself and said to me. I shook my head, “No. That woman almost hates everyone.” I uttered. “Right. But jokes aside, why is she like that?” he said. “Trying to understand Storm is like mopping the ocean. Unless you have energy to waste,” I said, sipping from the glass in my hands. Willem cackled, “Her boss is even worse.”

And with that, I walked out of the chamber no longer the same woman who had arrived at this pack weeks ago. I was done being a pawn. It was time to become the storm.