Ride The Storm Novels & Stories

(ARES) Everything in me begged to stop, but Storm was strangely exhilarated. He never cared about women. I didn't know what it was about her that made him horny, too. He craved her, just as much as I did. "I want to bite her and then lick her off... She smells delicious!" Storm said in a strange moan, which made me want to run far away from her. I licked my lips as I looked into her gray eyes, full of dark, dangerous storms, pulling me in, calling to my every sense.

Such a long way from Mya’s home back in England! “Ahhhh if only this was a gorgeous Redwood or Sequoias that I could sit on one of its branches to admire the world below” Storm sighed as she broke Mya’s train of thought. She smacked the structure with the palm of her hand “Still, it’ll do for what I have planned for you so up you go. I’ll meet you at the top”. She stripped off her clothes and chucked them at the bottom of the tower. No shame in her nakedness she began her change as Mya started her decent up the many steps of the tower. The higher Mya got the more knotted her stomach became. Wolves were not made for heights, this was ridiculous, she should turn back now and stay firmly on the

I tried to hide my smile as we silently stared at the cattle which were silently staring back at us like we were putting on a ten over ten performance for their entertainment. “Are we going to stand here and stare at these sheep forever or are you going to take me to do something fun, Mr. West?” She finally broke the silence. “Hmm… Come with me,” I said and led the way. “Where are we going?” She asked. “To ride a Storm.” I smirked. T. B. C!!

She realized that fighting against the storm only exhausted her, but by surrendering to the flow of life and trusting in the divine plan, she found a newfound sense of peace and resilience. She anchored herself in her faith, knowing that even amidst the chaos, there was a divine order guiding her journey. Amid the storm, Rita also discovered the power of community and support. She leaned on her loved ones, drawing strength from their unwavering belief in her. Their presence provided solace and reminded her that she was not alone in her struggles. Together, they navigated the stormy seas, their collective resilience becoming a testament to the power of unity and love.

The kids fighting in the close quarters of the vehicle does not help the situation any, either. The radio had been turned down to quietly play in the background, but Andy turns it up a bit to hear if there is a weather report being discussed. It takes about ten minutes, but then there is finally one on the air. The man talks about the freezing rain that is causing treacherous driving conditions through out parts of Montana, Wyoming, middle North Dakota and parts of South Dakota. “Crap. It appears that we are going to be driving right into it.” Andy tells his wife.

“Hello, this is your Stormchase driver. My car is blue with the car plate number A2219. I’m reaching the entrance of Marriott International soon. You can come out now.” “Oh, alright,” a woman picked up the call. Her voice was pleasant. Monique was somewhat relieved. How could she expect that it was him? That was silly. Monique was right opposite Marriott so she reached right away. A young and attractive woman walked over after a short while. She had light makeup and she was wearing a white blouse matched with a lilac suit which complimented her tall and slender figure. “Are you my Stormchase driver?” she asked Monique for confirmation.

Shorty said to Cyrus. "Rusty," Cyrus replied, "but I'll see what I can find out." Cyrus squatted down to the first woman we'd found. She'd been the first to wake up and was the most coherent. He began speaking to her in Spanish as Stitch checked pulses. "Harlow," Stitch said to me, "get all the water off the bikes and out of your car." I hopped off the back of the truck. My heart was racing. What were we helping Sunrise Corp do?

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.

“You can have the card… but I can't promise to hold back, River.” “You can trust me…” Not when he's this close… not when his breath was all over my skin. “Fine, welcome back to Storms, Ms. Cortez.”

“Exactly what I needed today.” The tallest man stepped up to the driver’s side window and tapped the glass with something metallic, maybe a weapon? Or something worse. His eyes gleamed under the hood. “Get out of the car, Storm.” His voice was low and cold. “We just wanna talk.” Ryder shot me a look. “Yeah. Sure. Bet they brought flowers.” I didn’t move. “You picked the wrong night,” I said through the glass. “Not really,” the man replied. “It’s the perfect night.”