Novel & Cerita In The Eye Of The Storm Series

If only his father had kept his di*k in one place they won't have been in this mess they are in right now in the first place. "I know what you are trying to do but I won't fall for it, not because I am scared of you, I am trying to avoid saying RIP to your mother," Storm said to Morgan, and stood up to his feet and they both went into staring competition. When it comes to staring into the eyes competition (who will first blink his or her eyes first) then count Storm in. He is their King. Raising both of his eyebrows, he smirked when he saw Morgan trying so hard not to blink but failed woefully.

Everyone raised their glasses and offered farewell wishes. I smiled, downed my drink, and was about to speak when Joyce suddenly knocked over her glass, her eyes wide with tears, staring at me as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.

Hollow red eyes glowing faintly like embers, unblinking, locked on our retreating forms. Whatever this storm was, it hadn’t come alone. And we were already too deep in it to turn back.

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?"

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?"

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.