Jem Stormer Novels & Stories

"Whatever is in that water supply... it amplifies aggression. Fear turns to rage. If we fire tear gas, they won't disperse. They'll charge. They'll trample each other to get to us." "So we just let them burn us out?" Haley asked from the corner. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a nest of cables, her laptop balancing on her knees. She wasn't cracking jokes today. Her face was pale, illuminated by the cold blue light of her screen. "T*****r is... it's a bloodbath, Jack. #KillSterling is trending worldwide. They're doxxing everyone. They found my old apartment. They found Marcus's sister's grave. They're tearing everything apart."

And both of them are alpha personalities so no one is going to give up this soon. Where Daxon and sick motives towards her to destroy her and snatch her away from Alexander while Storm has pure motives towards her to cherish her and treat her like a queen which she is. Daxon was having difficulty in comprehending how will he fulfill his sick motives if Storm will keep rebelling like this?

A bunch of people he didn't know sent him good will messages congratulating him on the launch of the latest version of the Storm phones. He had the kind of Instagr*m that he could read a message and it wouldn't be marked as read. As he scrolled down, a particular message caught his eyes. It reads, "hi Stormie when will you be home am missing you already." Storm's forehead puckered as he sang the name of the sender,"Bazzy H_vey...", "this boy is truly fearless." His fingers began tapping the keyboard rapidly, afterwards he hesitated to tap the send icon but sent it anyways. He wrote,"don't ever message me again."

"Cricket, huh? That's certainly a unique name. You must have been like a bully magnet in school." "Not really." I grinned nervously. Why was I nervous? He was making me act like a schoolgirl. "Cricket was the bully," Stormie said. I imagined a cow falling through the ceiling and crushing her beneath its weight. "Wow. That sounds cool." He said as he flexed the dumbells like they were nothing. My eyes moved along his sweaty body down to his tight calves. He looked like he was sculpted rather than born. Stormie stayed at her position by the doorway staring at Grealish. If I didn't know any better I'd think she wanted him too. No. Stormie isn't the type, I reminded myself. I was certain she was

His words, his face—everything about him made me sick. I went pale and forced a smile. "I can forgive you. All it'll cost is your life." Emily's face darkened. "Nathan, that's enough!" But before she even finished speaking, Jake grabbed a vase off the table and smashed it against his own head. Blood ran down his forehead. Emily and my mother both screamed. A heavy slap landed across my face. For a moment, my ears rang so loud I couldn't hear anything. All I could see was Emily's face—pure disgust and irritation.

“But you’re still an arrogant bastard.” He laughed darkly, eyes full of filthy promise. “And you’re my addicted little slut. Get ready, baby. This is only the beginning.” One week later, the board meeting had been a bloodbath. Damon stormed out of the conference room. His jaw was locked tight, his suit still perfect, but everyone could feel the danger rolling off him. He didn’t say a word to anyone except one short text to Elena. Damon: My main penthouse. Now. Urgent work. Don’t make me wait.

“I don’t know what’s going on or why y’all were at the Daisy Den in the middle of the night. I’m just an innocent bystander and want to remain that way.” Maverick sat up. When he realised he was shirtless, he raised his brow at me. How else did he expect me to help him? “Innocent bystander? Why do you think I stopped Benson’s stupid stunt and threatened River?” Storm turned to me and grinned. “Because she’s my sister.” I rolled my eyes. “Please.” “Storm, she’s my fated mate. I thought it was plainly obvious something was going on.” Maverick attempted to stand, but his body must have felt like a bag of bricks because he sat down again.

(ARES) Everything in me begged to stop, but Storm was strangely exhilarated. He never cared about women. I didn't know what it was about her that made him horny, too. He craved her, just as much as I did. "I want to bite her and then lick her off... She smells delicious!" Storm said in a strange moan, which made me want to run far away from her. I licked my lips as I looked into her gray eyes, full of dark, dangerous storms, pulling me in, calling to my every sense.

I tapped Jasper on the knee silencing him. With a big smile on, I said to an attempted murderer. "Hello Frank, I'm Storm. I'm sure you remember me, I'm the girl you tried to kill."

“I'm an avid watcher of Rena's world and today I get to be in it.” “Lucky me,” Renata laughs, “We should collaborate sometimes, it will do numbers.” “You stream?” I frown, I had no idea Stormi was a social media personality, I thought her huge following was solely because of how pretty and preppy she is. “I do prank calls, horror version,” she tells me.