Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

“How about 10 times what she paid you once I get my inheritance?” “You won’t see a penny of that, the wedding will not be happening.” Yeah right, we will see about that. “Wanna bet? She loves me and will do anything I ask her to,” he chuckled a bit harder this time. “What’s so God damn funny?” “You, pleading with me, thinking that she sent me. You have no idea who I am do you?” “Sure I do. You’re Giovanni Bellomo,” I said proudly. “That’s correct. Do you know what I am most famous for?”

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

I told them as I got closer. “Alright. Thank you, Nat.” I heard Skyr say. “Oh and by the way, if you’re hungry I packed some sandwiches in my backpack.” And then I heard Byron snicker before he stopped. I can only imagine that Skyr had hit him. “Hungry?” I wondered out loud as I bent down to have a closer look at the damage on the control panel. “I’m not hungry.” Is this blood? That’s weird. Are the bodies that the storm blew nearby?

Storm Mike, who had been watching us closely, suddenly said, “I thought your name was Lena, but he just called you Storm, why?” I looked at Doyle, not knowing how to answer Mike for a moment. Doyle went to speak on my behalf, but I shook my head at him.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

He wanted to look untamed. Johnny got into his car and drove off to party with intents to run into Charlie but if he didn’t all the better because he had Sara at his beck and call ready to be with him for as long as he wanted (which he had now realized was only for the amount of time she was being fucked) and he wasn’t going to feel guilty about it. He put on some good hymes and sang along to them. Johnny Maddox liked listening to hymes. They were the only music he could get himself to relax to and he also felt that he could think better when he played hymes.

"I won't just wrecked the company. I'm going to hit you too!" After saying that, Storm raised his right arm and swung it towards Angelo's face, wanting to give him a huge slap. But before his hand could come into contact with Angelo's face, Jate stepped forward and stopped him. "How dare you hit my dad?" Jate ask coldly while grabbing Storm's wrist. Storm gaze at Jate in shock. He tried to break free of the latter's grasp, but he couldn't move at all. "Kneel now!" Jate roared.

Lent dropped obediently, and the flimsy chair creaked under his weight. Lent was large and hard-muscled, his short but shaggy black hair looked uncombed. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Storm wasn't used to seeing as men as hot as this, having never really met one on her side of the town, except for her ex, who had left her to pursue his basketball career at a university, thousands of miles away from her.

“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.