Johnny Storm Novels & Stories

"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.

Adrian said as he suddenly appeared next to them. Johnny's face turned stiff. He understood that Adrian had most likely wised up to his tricks a long time ago and was merely playing a game of cat and mouse with him. Furious, Johnny threw away the broom in his hand and said, "I quit!" "You quit?" Adrian repeated as he looked at the man in black, who remained silent. Johnny was a man who was protected, while Adrian had nobody except for his fists. "Don't you wish to remain as Dieter's apprentice and inherit all his glory?"

an old, angry voice sounded out. "Mr. Madden, you're finally here!" Johnny was like a kid who had lost in a fight and was asking for an adult to help him win. What a shameless man! He was already in his 60s! "An enemy has come knocking on our door declaring that he wants to obliterate the foundation that Neovito had built for centuries. "Kill him and avenge Preston, Kenny, and the rest!" Johnny was a thief who cried… thief. "This punk has done heinous things. He thinks that he's more capable than us and has disrespected us."

Beggar The wind is blowing through my hair, the guy whose name is Storm, is driving like this is his last ride, and I love it. I'm glad I didn't chicken out, and gladder that I'm going to have a hot bath and hot meal when we arrive at this Clubhouse, he told me about. He said I'm one of them now. Storm said that I’ll never have to be hungry again. It’s crazy that I agreed, but his brown kind eyes told me he was certain that he’ll take care of me and I believe him.

Then, he smiled, his teeth stained red. "I have a rule, Juno," Storm whispered. "And what’s that?" "I only work for an Alpha. A real one. And that is Travis Thorne. I don't take orders from trash that hides in the woods like a mangy dog." Juno’s expression didn't change, but the air in the room grew colder. He released Storm’s chin and took a slow sip of his whiskey. "I’m disappointed," Juno said. "I thought you were smarter than this. You’re choosing to die in a basement for a man who thinks you’re just a tool."

He has the hottest groan in the world and I hope to the moon that I never hear it again. I honestly can’t wait for you guys to come back because I can’t face Miss. Weathers alone. All the love and please don’t judge to hardly (Killer). Hailstorm _______________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: Lacy.Lace.Graham@Tomlinson.com