In The Eye Of The Storm Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Storm After Sean had parked the car, I slowly got out of the car and took hold of Doyle’s hand. Right at this moment he was my strength. Looking at my father, I felt as though I was watching a train wreck or a murder that was about to happen. You know how it is, when you see something playing out in front of your eyes, and you know that what is about to happen is going to be something terrible and won’t end well, but you can’t tear your eyes away from it, anyway. Well, that was me, right here in this moment. The spectator who couldn’t look away, whilst at the same time being the person who was going to be wiped out.

Fire raged behind his eyes. And a storm was coming. _____________________________ Thank you

The storm outside broke at last, rain hammering against the glass as if to drown out the silence between us. I whispered, “What did you just say?” He didn’t answer. And for the first time, I felt the ground shift beneath the story I thought I knew. Chapter Eleven: Cracks in the Glass (POV: Lydia Hart) The morning after the storm, London was washed clean: streets shining, air crisp, the kind of deceptive brightness that made you think everything was fine. It wasn’t.

Her words were laced with mockery, but there was something else—something darker. “What’s coming?” I asked, my voice low. Elyra’s smile faltered, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “A storm,” she said softly. “One that will tear through this world and leave nothing but ash in its wake.” “And you’re at the center of it,” Dwayne accused, his claws glinting in the moonlight. Elyra met his gaze without flinching. “I didn’t create the storm. I’m only trying to survive it.”

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right. She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction. I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher. Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

Choose. Sky’s eyes fill. Not tears. Rain. Actual rain starts falling on Duskbane. First time in a month. It sizzles on the glass. “The storm’s in me,” she says. “If I let go, I die. If I hold it, I kill.” “You don’t let go,” I say. “You aim it.” I hold out my hand. She stares at it. The eastern horizon flashes. Vessel six. He’s here. Sky looks at my hand. At Cove. At Ash. At Creek holding an Alpha together with willpower and a little boy’s heart.

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.

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.

If Evelyn saw it now, she’d never rest. He turned back toward the private elevator, mind already mapping contingencies. Whatever truce had blossomed in that office couldn’t last long; the game was shifting again, and this time hearts were on the ledger. Evelyn’s POV Later, when she finally stepped onto the terrace, the city wind whipped loose strands of hair across her face. Adrian followed, leaving the folder untouched on her desk. “Storm’s coming,” he said. “Let it,” she replied. “I’d rather meet it head‑on than hide again.”