Ride The Storm Novels & Stories

His words, his face—everything about him made me sick. I went pale and forced a smile. "I can forgive you. All it'll cost is your life." Emily's face darkened. "Nathan, that's enough!" But before she even finished speaking, Jake grabbed a vase off the table and smashed it against his own head. Blood ran down his forehead. Emily and my mother both screamed. A heavy slap landed across my face. For a moment, my ears rang so loud I couldn't hear anything. All I could see was Emily's face—pure disgust and irritation.

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.

Raymond piped up. "Okay, here you go." He handed them the keys and soon enough everyone was strapped in their various motors. "Ten grand for the winner." "You look hot." Storm commented as Teq revved her engine, the blazing red colour reflecting the sun as the hot wheels design at it's side made her look even more badass. "I don't mix business with pleasure hun." She slid on her helmet while the countdown started. "Go!" They all raced down the trails, readying their motors for the steep hill before going down another road, each hitting the accelerator abruptly to jump over puddles of mud. Unfortunately, Sal got stuck. "Dang it!'

I take a deep breath through my nose, stretch out to my full length and turn to him with my arms crossed over my chest. “I did not mean to be late! I did not mean to ruin my phone! I did not-” I don’t get a chance to say anything more. Mr. Storm’s strong arms grab me, turn me around and lead me up to the couch where he violently pulls my skirt off. “Hey! Stop!” I yell at him.

my mother's voice shot back sharply, loud enough that even I could hear her indignation. Tristan's expression hardened. "Yes, Mom. I didn't expect her to run to you with every little inconvenience…" My mother cut him off, her voice fierce. "I didn't hear it from her—I saw it in the news! Is this how you treat my daughter, Tristan?" He frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "Mom, what news?" "You mean you don't know?" Her voice cracked. "She was stranded in that flood while delivering your documents. She lost the baby… your baby… because of you."

Zach stood alone in the distance and just allowed the waves to crash into him. “Have you lost your mind, Zach?!” Robin ran over and dragged him away from danger. The emotions Zach had been suppressing for a long time exploded forth. His grief and helplessness intertwined and choked him so tightly that he could not breathe. He slumped onto the sand in agony while he called out toward the sea for Yvonne. Sadly, all he got in return was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. As if all his strength was drained, a wave of nausea hit him, and he started gagging.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

Lately, Chloe Dunham has been posting photos on social media of late-night meals sent by an anonymous admirer. She was the only single one in our trio of best friends, so I was always the first to like her posts. But whenever I saw the hand-drawn doodles on the meal boxes, I couldn't shake the feeling that they looked exactly like the work of my boyfriend, Jacob Aniston. Chloe once flicked me on the forehead and teased me. "You jealous little thing. Don't go making up stories. The three of us have been friends since we were kids. If Jacob and I were ever going to fall for each other, we'd have gotten together ages ago." I rubbed my forehead and laughed, then let the matter go. That was

We weave through students fighting mid-air (some with swords, some with raw elements, one guy literally arm-wrestling a thundercloud). Kael reappears directly in our path, riding the flag itself like a surfboard, laughing. Kael: “Took you thirty seconds to find me. I’m disappointed.” He flicks his wrist. The hurricane wakes up and tries to eat us whole. I answer by speaking the forty-fourth line again. The storm stops. Listens. Then folds itself into a perfect half-pipe that leads straight to him. We ride it. Side by side. Remy on claw and wind, me on titanium and thunder.

Eira The first thing that crossed my mind was to run. I was only a few blocks from the Storm mansion. If I could just get there, I’d be safe. “Eira.” The whisper came so close this time that I spun around. A woman stood a few feet away, covered head to toe in black cloth. Through the thin veil I could see her eyes pure white and wrong. “This is not your place, Eira.” The words drifted in on the night wind. Then she crumbled into dust and vanished.