Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

And now, here they were. “Shit.” “Johnny. Watch your mouth.” She glanced over her shoulder into the backseat. “What’s wrong?” The old Gameboy she’d bought for him at a thrift store in Clifton Heights warbled. Arcs of light from the tiny screen played across Johnny’s forehead, accentuating the angles of his nose and cheeks, flaring in the hollows under his eyes. “Only two lives left. Thing’s fuckin’ hard.” She faced forward and squinted at the rain-blurred road. “Don’t swear, honey. It’s crude.”

Flashy Eyes Is there something you want to tell me, BABE?] Oh sh*t…

“You can’t leave for three days. Who will I annoy now?” “Not me.” Christian chuckled. “Don’t worry, I told Luna to keep you company.” Johnny told me. It was interesting to know that he was the one communicating with my friend instead of me, and I couldn’t help but wonder. “So what? Are you guys together?” I asked him. Johnny looked up at me and scoffed before he shook his head. “I don’t do relationships.” He confessed. It had appeared Johnny and Christian were indeed cousins. “Of course you don’t.”

He hissed and drank his tea with one sip as he bent up his head while drinking it so fast. “We are going with my newest cruise…” Johnny threw his sight outside the open door. He rose and stood in front of the door. His two hands were clenched together in backside. “You mean ‘We’? Are you in?” Angelo curled his nose. His eyes were widened in a big surprise. He sniffled and looked at Johnny’s back who was wearing an upper outfit like a kimono model. Johnny beamed and gave his quick nod. “I want to see Fred Tiger face and Irène for the last time before we are going to make a deal!” He answered with his cold tone.

that fucking bitch does not deserve a mate like my cousin; despite all his ghosts and skeleton in the closet, he is a solid man with a great heart and a fantastic sense of humor. I closed my eyes and reached out to Storm... "Storm..." I called her, but her link was closed. Fuck, she was either sleeping or fucking, and I prefer to believe she is sleeping. I removed Enzo's shirt, placed his body on the floor, and covered his chest with the cool towel. "I am bringing ice..." I said, and he nodded. His eyes were shut tightly, and his forehead had beads of sweat. "Fuck, Storm!" I yelled at the link, and suddenly, Storm opened the link.

he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet. "If you reject me without preparations, heck, if any of us reject each other without proper preparations then we are both fucked. We'll lose our minds literally." I snapped immediately. Storm scoffed, brushing dirt off his shirt like I hadn't just warned him about losing his damn mind. "I am already losing my mind, maybe that's better than whatever this shit is," he muttered. I took a step closer. "We aren't full adults yet, you wouldn't last two hours, Storm. You’d claw your own throat out before you even made it back to town."

“Stormy.” Both of them sounded equally shocked. Inside my own head I immediately started fighting. “Absolutely not.” Stormy ignored me. “Relax, omega.” “You stole my body!” “Our body.” “You stole it.” “Our.” “STOLE.” Stormy sighed dramatically. “Details.” Then he looked at Jason and Nelson again. His grin widened. “Damn.” Jason blinked. “What?” Stormy pointed at both of them. “You two somehow got hotter than more, makes me want to reject you.”

I watched her sweet ass as she walked towards Carrie. “What is it?” I asked Santos, never taking my eyes off Luna. “We have a problem, Vinny just called me, Joes threatening to pull the shipments if we don’t cancel the contract with Stefan.” I looked from Luna to Santos. “Who the fuck told him about Stefan?” I replied, Anger laced in my tone. “I have no idea but he knows and now he’s going to stop all shipments if we don’t drop Stefan” Santo said as he rubbed his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I am.” Max’s jaw clenched. “You think I forgot?” Johnny’s expression flickered, but he didn’t flinch. “That was a long time ago.” Max leaned in, voice cutting. “Not for me.” Then The hallway echoed with laughter—ugly, hollow, venom-laced. Max knew that sound. It always came before the storm. He stepped around the corner just in time to see it. Boys gathered around Johnny’s locker. Someone held a pair of delicate, lacy underwear like a trophy. Someone else mimicked moaning sounds. “Oh, Johnny, you’re so good—”