Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

Lately, Chloe Dunham has been posting photos on social media of late-night meals sent by an anonymous admirer. She was the only single one in our trio of best friends, so I was always the first to like her posts. But whenever I saw the hand-drawn doodles on the meal boxes, I couldn't shake the feeling that they looked exactly like the work of my boyfriend, Jacob Aniston. Chloe once flicked me on the forehead and teased me. "You jealous little thing. Don't go making up stories. The three of us have been friends since we were kids. If Jacob and I were ever going to fall for each other, we'd have gotten together ages ago." I rubbed my forehead and laughed, then let the matter go. That was

Forbidden. “Fuck…” Johnny breathed, looking down at her. “Look at you. My stepmom on her knees for me.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started recording, the red light blinking like a warning. “Say it for the camera. Tell them who you are tonight.” Grace’s lips trembled. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m ASlimySlut. But tonight… I’m Grace. Johnny’s stepmom.” “Good girl,” he groaned. “Now open that pretty mouth.”

I’ve been sucking trash my whole life. After his, I couldn’t get a better one and that was the bitter-sweet truth. Adrian Storm… the name repeated in my head. Once a scared boy, now a monster with a monster cock… a well-known Alpha… one of the greatest… ‘I’m curious about you and that won’t be the last time I’m visiting your journal.’ I turned the shower back on to drown myself in a storm of pleasure… and pain.

This is the second time you did it. "Hey, who is that guy?" I asked Liam. "Who?" "The guy who's wearing a jersey number 1. The one in our team." He looked at it. Afterwards, he looked at me in disbelief. He also had this shocked expression as if he's so surprised about my question. "You didn't know?" Will I asked him I I did? I glared at him. He slightly laughed at me. "Well man, that's Jairuz Andrei Ramirez. His fans calls him Jairuz, doesn't want to be called Andrei. He's the captain of the team." Oh, I see. I just asked for the name, he talks a lot.

Jack is playing with his Nintendo game boy pocket and listening to music on his panasonic shock wave portable cd player. He has the LL Cool J album to entertain him. Sunny has her cd player and The Backstreet Boys album to keep her entertained. She is singing the songs quietly, wiggling her shoulders as she dances along. She has her Polly Pocket travel case and figures to play with, as well as a Lisa Frank notebook with scented markers and colorful stickers. If all else fails, she has a few ideas for road games to keep them entertained. Lacey has a cooler tucked between them, filled with sodas, cut fruits, and sandwiches. In a grocery store bag in the floor board is chips and snack cakes, as

A look of tired sadness passed over his features and for finding a distraction he turned on the radio of the car. I'm a mess, I'm a loser I'm a hater, I'm a user I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed I don't trust no one around us I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new.. A famous song by Bebe Rexha was playing on the radio. Nicolas heard that song a few times before also. But that moment somehow he found the lyrics extremely catchy and well-written. While sighing deeply, "Definitely I am a mess."

After another night blurred by whiskey and careless encounters, he felt emptier than ever, the gnawing pit in his stomach only deepening as the days without Scarlett passed. He slumped onto the leather couch, grabbing the nearest bottle on the coffee table and letting out a sigh. How had things gotten so out of control? Storm tried to replay it all in his mind, hoping to find a moment where he could rewind, undo everything. But all he saw was Scarlett’s hurt expression, her disappointed eyes. Her face haunted him, even now. He downed another swig, hoping the burn would chase her memory away, if only for a moment. Just as he was about to fall back into another night of self-destruction, the d

Johnny asks with a sneer. “Don’t you dare talk about my brother like that! He was captured. We need to find him” Lilliana says, the tears pooling in her eyes from worry. “Oh, no. Stefano Moretti is not my problem. He got what he deserves” Johnny says coldly. This is not the Johnny I know. What happened to make him so cold? Does he hate Stefano that much? “Please Johnny” I ask, giving him the sweetest smile. Johnny looks away first before he turns to face me. He places his hand against my cheek, cupping my face.

Connor told him. “Not necessary.” “I don’t think anybody’s going to rush in and kill me during the three minutes you’re washing your hair.” “Let’s not find out.” “You’re going to be able to knock them out with your smell, you know that, right?” “Good,” Johnny said, and stayed exactly where he was.

Until now. “I’m with Jenny Reed for the last half hour of her show so we can get to know each other,” Johnny said into the microphone, “and tomorrow morning you and she will have someone wonderful to wake up with at six a.m.” He flashed a nasty grin at Jenny knowing full well the intent of what he had just told over ten thousand listeners. Jenny didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his comment, but in her mind she was mentally strangling him with the headset cord.