In The Eye Of The Storm Novel Novels & Stories

His eyes had a mystery to them and before she could say her thought, his lips were on hers, and rather than push him away she actually closed her eyes, his tongue slipped in and she leaned in. Storm came to her senses and pushed him away, his eyes had a gold ring in them and knew what that meant, he was aroused and knew that her eyes were probably the same. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” Storm let out the first thing that had come to her mind. Chase grinned, “Well I do, don’t you want to come with me.” “No, I don’t want to have sex.” Chase seemed to be taken aback by her response but he was also amused at her response, she felt Chase touch her hair as he played with it.

Chapter Three: The Storm Often the biggest battles are those unseen. Liam’s POV Damn it you have to get a grip on this situation I tell myself. She is just as beautiful as the day I met her. Her chocolate brown hair forming around her waist and her hazel eyes staring at me, with fear. Why in the fuck is there so much fear? Through out the months I dreamt what it would be like to see her again. This look in her eyes I was not expecting.

" Remi looked at her and spoke slowly and deliberately. "But Ariel's baby died because of you. If she never forgives me, I will never marry you." He added, "And if she does forgive me, I still won't marry you. Ella, I've done more than enough for you. I've paid my debt to Franklin!" "Remi Callahan! If you dare walk out that door, I'll kill myself right in front of you!" The moment Remi stepped outside, Ella ran after him with a knife. His men jumped up when they saw her.

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, his gaze snapping to the door. Carol and Sienna strode in, flanked by a squad of cops. Alfred's instinct was to bolt, but the officers were on him in a flash, slapping the cuffs on with a satisfying click. Carol knelt down to slice through my bonds, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, Nelson. I've got you." Sienna dabbed at my tears with a tissue, and only then did I realize I had been crying. I reached out and clung to her in a tight embrace.

Kayla’s POV The storm outside grew worse as the day bled into night. Thunder rolled over the city like an endless growl, shaking the glass, the walls, and something inside me that I couldn’t name. I stood by the window, my reflection flickering in the lightning. My eyes still glowed faintly—an eerie, silvery hue that pulsed like moonlight trapped beneath my skin.

The pain from the rejection was unbearable—and yet, something else was rising, something I didn’t understand. One of the men reached for me—and then, out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning cracked from the sky, striking the ground right in front of him. The crowd gasped. Dark clouds swirled above us, and rain began to pour, hard and violent. A storm was brewing, and I was the eye of it. Then I saw her—Alicia. Her hand rose slowly into the air, and just like that, the storm calmed. The skies cleared as if nothing had happened.

**Hearts in the Storm** The storm outside rages on, mirroring the chaos within the cabin. Rain lashes against the windows, lightning occasionally illuminating the dark forest that surrounds them. Inside, tension simmers. Ethan, Sophia, Max, and Jason are all on edge, with danger looming just beyond the walls. The fire crackles, but its warmth does little to comfort them. As the gunshot echoes in the distance, fear tightens its grip on everyone, but it’s the weight of the secrets that has shattered the fragile trust between them.

This looming storm has been a constant presence over us like an executioner's axe, and I have had a dreadful sense of foreboding about it ever since I first felt its looming shadow in my vision. I'm aware of how selfish it is, but I need them with me now, more than ever. Hunter and a dozen or more of the Old Guard stand around me like an impenetrable wall of muscle, guiding me towards the convoy of SUV's. Even still, I struggle against the tears that I’m not strong enough to shed, because if I do I know I will fall apart. I watch, as Christian and Zander turn and bolt in opposite directions into the relentless rain and howling, hurricane winds.

Everything in my life was shifting, and the rules were getting twisted, and it was all because of a mistake that had eyes that could sucker punch you when you least expected it. Taking a quick look around, he walked out of the room, his steps hurried, as if he didn't want to spend another minute smelling my scent mixed with hers. I smelled it too, and it was heady, delicious and it reminded me of what we were doing moments ago. I could almost feel Elyn's smoky eyes staring down at me, as her fingers gripped my hair. "Shit, your c*ck should take a cold shower. This isn't the time," Storm said with a short and I shook my head as I looked down at myself with irritation and shame.

In fact, the winds had been so strong, they’d yanked the bolts free from a fire escape on their apartment building, leaving the terrified inhabitants huddled inside to spend the next two days listening in fear as it banged and bashed against the old brownstone’s side. While the hours in the eye walls had been the worst for destruction, for her personally, the twenty minutes to a half hour in the eye had been a fresh hell. Inside the storm's eye, the air pressure had dropped so significantly that Evelyn had nearly been blind with the pain, certainly far too incapacitated to trudge downstairs with Lily as the eye had passed overhead. Unfamiliar as New Englanders were with such weather, many ha