In The Eye Of The Storm Series Novels & Stories

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment I see the two versions of him battling in the same body: the protector who wants to run toward the fire, and the man who promised me, who promised himself, that he would not burn the world down for relief. He nods once. “Clean,” he repeats, like he’s swallowing glass. We drive in a small convoy through the sleeping town. Police cruiser first. Then Kellan’s truck. Then Dawson’s, with me in the passenger seat and Liberty in the back, silent and trembling and furious. Streetlights smear gold across the windshield. Every red light feels like a hand on my throat. I keep catching my reflection in the glass, eyes too bright, jaw too tight, like I’m watching anot

"Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it." Faced with his stubbornness, Cynthia was at a loss for words. That was until she spotted Charlotte standing behind him. "So that's why! I didn't understand why you'd abandoned your wife and child—it's because she's back." Charlotte boldly stepped forward and greeted politely, "Hello, Mrs. Keane." "Don't call me that, I can't stand it." Cynthia averted her gaze, displeased to see her. "Mom, what are you doing? Lottie is my friend. Why are you being mean?"

No teeth, but it annoys me. Putting them to my eyes, I look at the exit of the hall, and into the atrium. The lasers from behind is visible as it hits the little piece of reflective clay then the glass of the store window. But there's another laser. It comes down from the balcony on the opposite side of the store, and it angles down into the windows. I follow it and it hits the back of the head of one of the people inside. Dane. "Bastard," I say angrily as I shove my gun further into the kids back.

Suppressing the rage in me, I asked, "Why are you doing this to me? I did nothing to you." Snowie chuckled. "You're right, but I just need someone to take the blame." She pointed at the designs, and I instantly knew what she meant. "Why are you stealing the designs?" "That, you don't need to know. All you need to do is take the blame. As long as I leave this place, your prosthetic eye will explode. By then, there will be no evidence left." Seeing Snowie's smug face, I smiled victoriously as well. Her gaze darkened. "What are you smiling at?"

"How else am I supposed to see you? I've seen the girls you bring home. Phoebe tells me about everything. You will never be satisfied with a girlfriend. You need variety, I suppose. And when you get bored of one, you move on to the next, not even caring how the girl feels," I huff, trying not to look at him. What am I supposed to do with him? I've never seen him like this before. He looks completely wrecked. His beautiful lightning blue eyes flash to obsidian and are full of sorrow. Why is Storm so upset?

Except for some street animals, there was not a single person at that time. Daisy was staring outside through the window, her eyes were fixed on the sky which was decorated with a small eyebrow like the moon. From the moment she saw Nicolas on the hospital bed, her heart started pounding wildly as her mind was showing her the flashbacks of the past again and again. All those small and happy moments she spent with Nicolas.

They are surrounding me. I meet Jensen's moss-green eyes. "We all will. We will protect you for the rest of our lives, sweet girl." "We will defend you," JT utters when I meet his ocean blues. Finally, I look at the ebon eyes of Storm. "Always." My dream shifted to another memory two years later:

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.

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.