Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

A raging storm swept through the city, lightning crackling against the sky, as I called him to say I felt unwell, asking if someone else could make the trip instead. His voice, sharp with annoyance, rang through the line. "You're usually so healthy—what could possibly be wrong? Or are you just jealous of Faye again? Emily, must you really be this petty?" In his eyes, I was nothing but small-minded and hypersensitive. And yet, one gentle word, a single apology, and I would forgive him and fold under his demands. "Emily, please. Just bring me the documents—I need you." Terrified that my refusal might somehow jeopardize the company, that my father's legacy might go up in smoke, I buried my own

"Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it." Faced with his stubbornness, Cynthia was at a loss for words. That was until she spotted Charlotte standing behind him. "So that's why! I didn't understand why you'd abandoned your wife and child—it's because she's back." Charlotte boldly stepped forward and greeted politely, "Hello, Mrs. Keane." "Don't call me that, I can't stand it." Cynthia averted her gaze, displeased to see her. "Mom, what are you doing? Lottie is my friend. Why are you being mean?"

"Anna and her mother will come to apologize to you by noon at the latest." They had tried hiding in a small town, but they could not escape Walter's revenge. They were running out of money and had to cut back on everything. Eventually, they got so desperate they had to take out loans online. I did not listen to him and went to the lobby to meet up with my coworkers. Walter followed at a distance. Linda asked, "Who's that guy? He's pretty cute." I glanced at my phone and replied without much interest, "I don't know him."

“According to my uncle, Miss Sunderland sent him over and said that she would give him 50 million dollars! Zach, she can choose not to like me, but she can’t do this! “I don’t have as high of a status as her. She’s a rich lady, while I’m an unwanted orphan, but I’m still a human being!” She cried so much that she fainted, and she did not even give Zach the chance to speak. Even so, her words made him instantly burn with rage as he glared at the man on the floor. “Speak. Did Yvonne hire you?!” The man was terrified by Zach’s gaze, and he nodded while trembling. “M-Miss Sunderland ordered me to do this!” Zach smashed the glass cup beside him. as his veins throbbed on his temple. With one look,

"Irvin! You can't do this! Ahhh—" Before Jamie could even finish, she was shoved forward. Her body slammed against jagged rocks on the way down. Pain seared through her bones, causing her to gasp in agony. When the pain subsided, she glared up at the man. "Just you wait! Once I get back, I'll have Adam make you suffer a fate worse than death!" But Irvin only sneered. "Mr. Payne is in deep trouble himself. Do you really think he has the time or power to deal with your mess?"

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

“She’s a friend of mine.” Zara waved and smiled warmly. “Hey, Johnny! I hear you’re a great artist.” Johnny returned her high-five. His expression was unreadable; his feelings vague and unclear. Zara wondered if he liked her, disliked her, or was simply cautious. “Are you my daddy’s friend?” Johnny asked. “Yes,” she said. “She’s also my teammate,” Nat added. “Teammate?” Johnny asked. “Like in your puzzle game?” “Oh!” Johnny said, understanding.

Like even fear had to lower its voice under summer-blue sky. I sat at the small table near the grill with a drink sweating in my hand, something Liberty had mixed with the confidence of a woman who believed citrus could fix trauma. Condensation cooled my palm, but my pulse stayed warm and restless. Dawson stood at the BBQ. Apron on. Tongs in hand. Storm grey eyes narrowed in concentration as if he were defusing something delicate instead of turning burgers. And for a moment, just a moment, he looked like a normal man.

Johnny struggles lazily beside me, while I wonder whether to call Banks and tell him thank you, or tell him I am not in need of a literal guard in my retail job. "Let him go." With a slight bow at me, Stellar shoves Johnny against the desk. "She’s my staff! My girlfriend!" Johnny retort loudly. "You are both colleagues, and she is your ex." Stellar's voice is soft but absolute, which gets Johnny furious. "Wow... did you shake your ass to get a man to look at your fat old bo..." Stellar doesn't move her hands; she just kick Johnny’s knees, causing him to fall, then she leans in

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.