روايات وقصص ضمن Jem Stormer

Storm could see Paige and Meghan telling her to go and seemed to be excited for her, they waddled out of the water. They stood facing each other, he seemed a bit shy, "I have been meaning to talk to you but seems there is a lot of us that are interested in you. Are you with anyone?" "No, not all, I'm single as they come and go." "I'm Jeremy." "Nice to meet you, I'm Storm." "Very fitting for you." Storm smiled, she knew what he meant and her parents had named her that when they saw her and how she looked. "Can I get your number?"

Whereas I…I am Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the bringer of cold and storm. I stretched out my hand, gathering the raging sky and thunder in one place to trap Jose. I may have lost our bet that this year’s people of Moonburn’s sacrifice will not be Elaine. But this bet of ours, to whom will be the first one to call forth a storm, I will win. I am the Alpha of Wolves whose blood rages with fire, flows with ice, breathes in the fury of the air, and stands in the strength of the earth. “Oh, look. Here comes Alpha Tyler, the great and terrible Stormbringer,” Jose smirked.

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.

Silence settled briefly between us afterward before his voice came back quieter this time. “I really am sorry though.” That caught me off guard slightly. I stayed silent. Then Stormy sighed dramatically. “I overreacted.” “Overreacted?” I repeated flatly. “I almost got marked.” “You’re exaggerating.” “You had them sucking on my neck like vampires.” “Technically they are very attractive vampires.” “Stormy.” “Fine. Fine. Serious conversation.” I leaned back against the headboard slowly while rubbing my temple tiredly. “Why do you hate the fact I’m an omega so much anyway?”

Lord Storm was angry, his face was contorted with rage and a bared teeth, curled lip and clenched jaw, A vortex of anger swirled through him and his heart throbbed of resentment. "That wench !" He roared, "Get Micro-J for me right now !" Lord Storm yelled and jerrod rushed out quickly, Micro-J is the given name of his hacker and programmer man. And within a moment he rushed to Lord Storm's apartment with some systems he brought from Lord Storm's programming room. "Track where the wench is at now, and send the location to creed LC7 " Lord Storm said, he has a lot of creeds in the city all scattered in branches, incase of an emergency operation.

Jaime ‘SMASH!’ ‘BANG!’ “Ana?!” Where the fuck is she? She knows better than to leave the apartment. I have warned her time and time again. Maybe the beating I gave her last night wasn’t hard enough. Just can’t kill the bitch yet, not until after the wedding. I continued to search for her, slamming doors as I went through it like a tornado in a trailer park. I shouted for her to make herself known to me. I tried calling her phone, but it went directly to voicemail. “Fucking ungrateful bitch. After everything I have done for her, she goes and takes what belongs to me,” I growled. That money will be mine. I just need her to go through with the wedding, which should be taking place in 3 days. I

Storm "I am only going to say this once, so all of you fuckers had better listen. I mean it, every single one of you. Even if Winter, Leon, Finn, and I have to tag-team it and fight our way through every member of this pack and have bodies piling up left, right and centre. I can firmly assure you, one way or another Finn and Leon will be the Alpha’s of this pack by sundown. Or at least what would be left of this pack anyway, because if anyone has earned the right to go on a killing spree through this fucked up pack… it is me! And rest assured if I start fighting any of you, those two will be right in the thick of it, so good luck with that,” I said, pointing to Doyle and Sean.

The spotlight hit her. Right now, she was the star of the show. Anna breathed in deeply, smiled, and walked up on stage, one step at a time. The phone rang once more. Walter finally picked up. His friend's voice was frantic. "Walter, something's wrong with Emma. Last night, the Lawsons’ villa went up in flames. By the time they found out, it was just rubble. "Emma's still inside. "The cops aren't hopeful..." Walter just scoffed, "Don't think I don't know what she's doing. Tell Emma to forget it."

Something hateful. He wasn’t hiding it anymore. He was enjoying this damned war created by his greed. He’d been Flame Priestess’s creature from the beginning. And he was winning. Kristen was somewhere behind the line of fighting wolves and warriors, shouting orders, trying to push forward, desperately trying to reach me. I could feel it in the raw panic of his voice. But Damon would cut through them all before that happened. A strange calm settled over me. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was clarity.