Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

His body wasn't only honed; it was hot-big chest, wide shoulders, tight abs, firm biceps against a form-fitting black T-shirt. “Who are you?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at her. “I am Storm. I am here for Mr. Tim. Is he around? The bar attendant had mentioned that he would be here.” Storm replied. A pinch of silence. She noticed him trailing his eyes all over her, and she almost scoffed in anger. What a pervert! She thought, wishing they were at the other part of the town where she could have the liberty to hit him at the balls without fearing to be shot down by some crazy assholes.

When loose his hair sets just an inch below his shoulders. With his high cheekbones, golden skin, and black hair the Native American Heritage his father left him with is prevalent, he just has Ladia’s blue eyes, though his are more grey. Storm is a gorgeous man, which is part of why I am attracted to him. However, he just isn’t one of my Chaos Boys. When I’m done I hear Jase mutter ‘finally’ with a huff. I look at him with my hands on my hips. “Get you’re drunk rear-end to bed, Jase Orion.”

I close my eyes and accept our fate. I know it's cowardly, but I am just so tired of fighting. Maybe it would just be better off. I feel it would be better not to give up mentally, but physically I just can't handle anymore. As the footsteps sound right next to me, then stop. I then hear a voice that I have never heard before. Jayden wraps me into a bear hug. I put his head into my chest.

— Johnny Alli stood there in the dim light of the kitchen, the letter trembling in her hands, the thunder rumbling in the distance. She didn’t cry. Not yet. Instead, she whispered to herself, barely louder than the breath that escaped her lips: “…he really did it.” And for the first time in days, she didn’t feel afraid. She felt seen. Johnny’s POV The storm outside was biblical. Water slammed against the tin roof in sheets, and wind howled like the ghosts of every mistake he'd ever made. Inside the shop, the heater rattled and moaned but barely kept the cold out. Johnny stood under the hood of an old Buick, pretending he gave a damn about the carburetor when in reality, he hadn't tightened a

“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,

"Look at yourself. You look like a damn rainbow—like your old self, stupid." The first few weeks were fine. I believed I could get through this easily. But weeks turned into months, months turned into a year, and now, I've been tormented for almost two years! Johnny is an insanely attractive man—no one has the guts to deny it, not even me. Physically ideal, but behaviorally flawed.

I was looking forward to a night of music, dancing, and celebration with my mates and our pack. Just as I was finishing up, Storm walked into the room, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. A slow smile spread across his face, and he whistled softly. "You look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky. I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Thanks," I replied, smiling up at him. "You don't look so bad yourself." Both of them were wearing jeans and an open shirt, they looked sexy too. Storm grinned. He was wearing a simple navy blue shirt and faded jeans, he looked like a Playboy model. "Shall we head out?" he asked, offering me his arm with a smile.

Moments later I feel the headphones placed over my ears and the deafening sound of the storm is muffled. Raven I'm worried about Anita. She not only went to see Joe but there's a current storm going on outside and I'm the only one known to calm her down. Amelia is scared asking for her mother while clinging to my right side. Anita is the only one who can calm her during a storm, even if Anita is scared of them herself.

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

“What is my offense? Johnny is a campus Casanova that any girl can own, a public boyfriend.” Crystal explained proudly. Now, Johnny felt insulted and took a step forward, but Stanley stopped him. “Guy, wait.” Johnny halted, but before Stanley could get to the girls, Carmine had treated Crystal's madness by slapping her foul mouth.