In The Eye Of The Storm Novel Novels & Stories

Strong enough to endure all of their mistreatment. She opens the window and stares outside. It was a gray morning and the wind was rather chilly. Lauren decided to close the window as the weather doesn't look good. Thunder roared across the sky that made her flinch. Soon enough, the raindrops were heard. The rain starts pouring hard outside the house. It looks like the rain won't stop any time soon. She turns back to see her room again and begins cleaning her messy room. Her things were scattered on the floor. She sighed and shook her head as she recalled again what happened a while ago.

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Immediately his eyes landed on me, I looked away. I opened my textbook going over every thing I heard in class today but my mind wasn't focused. I was well aware of a pair of blue eyes staring at me. Maybe I should just walk up to him and ask what he wants exactly. I watched him move from the side of my eyes. He was coming toward me. I cringed and buried my head deeper into my book. "Hey Storm" he greeted. "How do you even know my name?" I snap right back at him.

But she had heard it: the unmistakable claim in his tone. It confused her more than his coldness. Which version of Damian Blackwood was real, the one who saw her as a contract, or the one who silenced gossip for her sake? The storm arrived without warning. That evening, the sky darkened with swollen clouds, and rain lashed against the mansion windows in heavy sheets. The wind howled, rattling the panes, and lightning split the sky in jagged bursts. Evelyn sat curled on the window seat of her assigned room, knees hugged to her chest, staring out at the storm. Thunder rolled so loudly it shook the glass.

This is the second in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The third will be released in November of 2020. The name of it is Breaking the eye wall. It continues shortly after where Weathering the storm leaves off. A tie in series will be released in December called "The nightmare begins." This story though fictionalized did happen in the US in late 2019. The charaters will be along or the journey in Breaking the eye wall but they will have their own series called "Nightmare". This is the first book in that series.

Unbeknownst to me, a pair of red eyes watched from the shadows, their malevolent gaze fixated on the girl who held the key to a hidden truth. Author’s POV: Unaware of the pair of red eyes watching her through the bushes, Storm made her way back to the house, her footsteps heavy with a mix of exhaustion and uncertainty. She couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that danger lurked nearby, that the dream and the cryptic messages were more than mere figments of her imagination. Entering the house, Storm found herself drawn once again to the magic book. With a mix of hope and trepidation, she retrieved it from the wardrobe, hoping to find some answers within its ancient pages.

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?"

LIFE IS CRUEL The following morning, I woke up to bright exterior sunshine that lit up my room. It shone on my face so brightly that it got me squinting the moment I tried opening my eyes. I bent my head to shield my face as I turned away from the direction of the sunrays. As I moved, I felt a pulsating pain in my temple which I supposed must have been from last night's cry. I held my head and shifted my gaze to where Mum laid; she appeared to be deeply asleep. 'Poor woman...,' I muttered as her plight moved me with great pity for her.

My eyes still burned, but the flood had slowed. I rose, legs numb, and dragged the chair back to its place. Straightening my shirt, I walked to the door and knocked twice. Steffon opened it immediately, his face neutral. Carla stood just behind him, watching me with worried eyes. Without a word, I stepped out. The door clicked shut behind me, sealing Liam’s silence inside. ~~~~~~~~~~~ SELENE’S POV I adjusted the scarf over my face, pushing myself through the sand storm. My skin kept itching with every grain of sand that cut through my fabric.