Jackson Storm Human Novels & Stories

Hit by an astounding article, he threw his head backward and then flung his phone next. Jones Jackson is gay—confirmed by new PA. "oh, I'm gay?"

, he tells making me chuckle humourlessly. Even though I agree justin is a dick but I can’t believe he is some sadist who likes to hurt women. I have seen him from childhood he respects women and I know he is a fuck boy but he treats women right, that’s why they come back to him right? “I… I just don’t want this time fall in front of you like this but… he is a dangerous man who likes to kill women for his pleasure”, Jackson tells making my eyes widen. I shake my head in disbelief.

Jacob cheers and they all clapped, juming up and down in excitement. "Hello everyone" I chant and they all rush to me, each of the trying to hug me. Jacob laughs, but gives me a hand by pulling them away. "Are you our new teacher?" On of the them asks. She's a blondie with braces. "Are you staying forever?" A little by asks and I shake my head staring at all of them. I'm already in love with them and they dind't even have to try and impress me. Jaxon comes to my rescue yet again. "No, Stormy cannot be staying because she's got classes too. She'd be here for two weeks before your teacher, Miss Berry comes back alright?" He prompts the kids and they all nod.

“And when we get back, talk to the director and get him to approve Ash’s full-time transfer.” I wanted nothing more than to storm over and slap their faces, then yell at her, “I want a divorce!” However, my sense of reason barely managed to rein in my rage. It was not time to tear the mask off yet. I clenched my fists and said through gritted teeth, “The Translation Institute isn’t my personal property and the director isn’t my father. I don’t have the power to turn an external hire into a full-time employee.” Wynnie sneered, acting as though it were the most reasonable thing in the world.

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.

“You will be attending a party with Mr. Storm this evening. It’s his father’s birthday. Your stylist will be here to get you ready before then.” And I knew what came next — faking the perfect partner. Marcel Storm. He might be the grandson of the business mogul, but I had never heard that name before until I saw it in the contract papers, I know nothing about his father either. Other than old man Storm, there had been no past CEO of Storm Co. or his other company I’d heard about, meaning no paparazzi, right? A family who kept everything low-key needs none of that. As the perfect partner, I don’t know if I would be playing the role of a girlfriend or wife — he wasn’t specific… but still, I ne

Just that single beat, one knock on a door that had been locked for months. Storm was alive. I stayed like that for a long time, hand over my heart, tears sliding into the pillow. But for the first time since Jaxon's rejection, I wasn't crying from pain. I was crying because she was still in there. After everything, Storm was still in there.

Appearance: • Muscular, gritty build with an intimidating physical presence; 5’11” tall. • Sharp, aggressive features: a perpetually clenched jaw, eyes that burn through people, usually under a furrowed brow. • Buzzed hair, some stubble—never fully clean-shaven. • Always in dark, fitted clothes—leather jacket, boots, a chain; carries himself like he’s untouchable. • His voice is low, coarse, and threatening, even when “calm.” Name: Jackson Reyes Prefers to be called: Jax Age: 32

Just like we had been doing until now, we would do it forever. Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Lance Storm's story available! Title: My Mafia Rescuer

He was already bleeding some pre-cum from the tiny slit and she licked the spot, moaning as a little of his taste landed on her tongue. "Hold on, hon!" His hands gripped her hair tightly, and she couldn't help laughing. Storm is a foul-mouthed billionaire heir. She wondered what kind of guy he was on the board and if he ever shocked a lot of his directors with rude language. He hadn't shocked her, not anymore. He turned her on and made her want to do all kinds of evil things. Storm is right. Their family was cold, almost frozen.