Jem Stormer Novels & Stories

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

Alvarez because he knew that she would be happy hearing it, are having second thought right now. He did prepare a romantic dinner but it feels like he went to war because of the two. “Jason,” Kaizer calls his name and anyone can sense from the tone of Kaizer’s voice that it’s a warning for Jason. Wherein if he doesn't follow his command, there’s a consequence that Jason needs to face. Kaizer looks at the woman in front of him who seems down and irritated at the same time. It should be a happy and relaxing dinner for them, so why does it turn out like this?

I'll never see her again! "Ariel, please! Come down and see me! Or just give me a few minutes! Let's talk this through!" Inside, Pedro heard Remi shouting and grabbed the stick he'd prepared for this exact occasion. "When I bought this stick, I said if he dared show up here, I'd beat him senseless! Now he's at my doorstep. I'm going after him!" "Calm down. Let's hear what Ariel wants first." Hannah held him back, trying to keep him from doing anything rash.

AMBROSE I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm right now. The strong gushing winds and the heavy downpour of joy, sadness, confusion and rage were all burning at a strong signal number five inside of me. I’m not sure if I can handle all of this but I will. I have to.

Mhm, who is he? Brixton pov The ride on the T isn’t long, and I’m walking off the dingy platform before I fucking know it. Dark, gloomy clouds begin to consume the once-bright sky, hiding the sun from shining down on the city. Thunder rolls in the distance and silent claps of lightning strike vividly in the sky moments later. I'm in Brockton for a meeting with my parole officer so she can explain the terms of my release. I got caught stealing another car with my buddy Scotty, or Trigger, as I call him, and he's still locked up. Luckily, I got out, and I'm gonna do my best not to fuck up...

, he apologized. "I ask again - and answer sincerely this time - are you alright?" Alex asked calmly. It took Damien some time to come up with something close to a sincere answer before he replied to Alex . "Sincerely speaking, I'm fine. It's just that I'm infuriated at the guts of those bastards that call themselves the Rogue Wolves to show their face up here again. And now that they think they can come here and carry out their plans, I can't let them go so easily. I must take them by the horns. I must be ready for anything they throw at me, and I must be even more ready to silence them once and for all. I can't let them go. Alex ...", he called, looking into Alex 's eyes, "...they killed m

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and say in a choked whisper, "Our mother's name was Amelia. I had a twin named Avery and our brother was James Junior or JJ for short because Mom got confused calling for him or Dad. "They were killed during a thunderstorm but we survived. The man responsible tried to kill Raven by running her car off the road," I choke quietly and feel Raven take my hand from next to me. I shutter a calming breath and squeeze her hand. "It's why I'm scared of storms and have nightmares." Amelia touches the scar on my chest and asks curious, "Is that why you have this?" Too emotional to speak at the moment, I nod vigorously. She lays her head on my chest and I hold her

Just at that instant Rodger burst into our spot just as Jettison sprang to his feet, his face tense and alert. “What’s going on, Rod?” He asked tightly. “There’s a problem. The Storm MC are here—Klent and his people. They’re causing a scene.” Rodger informed panting heavily like someone who had seen hell.

Storm had bypassed the pack networks entirely, calling his Beta directly and demanding he drop everything to race to the main house. “What the hell happened?” Orion asked as soon as he rushed in. Storm didn't answer. He simply slid his secondary phone across the mahogany desk. This was his private burner he rarely used and kept locked in his desk drawer. He had carefully forwarded only the two images, deleting the blackmail text from the first device to keep the threat to himself.

Roderick barked, swerving around a slow-moving delivery truck. “Voice signature not recognized,” Sparkle said with a hint of robotic sass. “Only Mr. Storme or authorized family members can issue override commands. Mr. Storme, would you like to hear some soothing rainfall or perhaps a selection of upbeat K-Pop to boost your mood?” "K-Pop? No! Sparkle, upright! Seat upright!" The SUV jolted as one of the pursuing black vehicles pulled alongside them, the driver-side window rolling down to reveal a submachine gun.