Jem Stormer Novels & Stories

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

Rain threw Storm his keys and left walking with Kiera. "That was weird," I said looking at Blaze. "Things are not as they appear, Syla," he said smiling. "Bet he didn't see that coming." Blaze laughed. Storm just shook his head laughing and got drinks out of the cooler in the back of the Hummer and handed me one, as we settled back down by the fire again. After a long silence, Storm spoke up, " I am an investigator, and I run pack security. I tend to be aggressive, but I will follow my brothers, and I love Photography and storm chasing." he said smiling.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to move out of the way before the shadow of the flaming hover enveloped her form. BOOM! "Qing Yue!" "Sister Qing" "Yue'er!" Three different panicked screams rang out, full of fear and shock, but too late to change anything. Li Qing Yue, the daughter of the richest man in the New World Formation was engulfed in a sea of flame and smoke, her fragile figure buried under the giant hover. When Long Tian appeared, the scene he saw was a young girl fearlessly charging forward to rescue a kid from getting crushed under the descending, flaming hover.

my mother's voice shot back sharply, loud enough that even I could hear her indignation. Tristan's expression hardened. "Yes, Mom. I didn't expect her to run to you with every little inconvenience…" My mother cut him off, her voice fierce. "I didn't hear it from her—I saw it in the news! Is this how you treat my daughter, Tristan?" He frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "Mom, what news?" "You mean you don't know?" Her voice cracked. "She was stranded in that flood while delivering your documents. She lost the baby… your baby… because of you."

His silver beard was impeccably braided, his posture perfect, yet the dark circles under his eyes hinted at bone-deep exhaustion. “I was under the impression this couldn’t wait,” I replied, folding my arms. “Let’s hear it.” The eldest of them, Morven, didn’t mince words. “We believe your mate caused the storm. As such, we believe she and her sister need to be... kept under observation until we can be certain they are not a threat.” I held his gaze. “I’d be careful with what you accuse her of.” Koda growled, my eyes flashing as he rose closer to the surface.

River asks, and I can see he is tired. Frost stands up, she is in the middle of the room, wearing a blue jumpsuit, “I’m claiming Storm’s ass," She says. And I take a deep breath, so I don’t pull her out of here by her ear. Everyone else just starts laughing and talking. River looks like he is holding his own choice of words down. "That isn’t how it works," Storm says and I take a step deeper into the shadow. "Are you a sexist," After stands up flicking her knife.

I asked, peeking at the screen again. "The Cyber team has been on it and..." He trailed off. "And?" I urged, not familiar with the uncertain look on his face. This unsettled me even more. I had never seen Damian like this. "Oddly, there isn't much about her out there. Sure, the basics can be found. Her name's Isabelle Storme. She's twenty-four and from one of the local packs. She works for the pack's administration, and that's all. Nothing more..." He trailed off, staring at the screen grimly.

“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

Wynnie shot to her feet and grabbed the officer by the collar, screaming, “What do you mean he’s gone?! What do you mean by that?!” The security officer did not indulge her at all. He grabbed her wrist and shoved her aside. “Miss, please control yourself. If you continue behaving like this, you’ll be charged with assaulting a security officer.” The officer cast Wynnie a cold glance, then motioned for his men to open the suitcase. Wynnie suddenly went berserk, throwing herself in front of it to block them. “That’s my personal property! You have no right to open it!”