Ride The Storm Novels & Stories

In the middle of it all Storm rushes to me, grabbing my hand. “Hurry we have to go!” I am being pulled to the hummer and all of my mates are inside, with smiles on their faces. I get in and Blaze buckles my seatbelt, “ Its gonna be a bumpy ride!” “What’s going on?” I asked in all the commotion. “Twister, not far from here!” Storm shouts as we speed off. “We are going to get some great footage!” Rain says as he prepares the cameras that were mounted to the roof of the Hummer.

But as the storm raged on, one question haunted me—would I find them in time? We rode fast and hard, the rain coming down in icy sheets that soaked us to the bone. The path ahead was treacherous, slippery with mud and riddled with hidden pitfalls. The storm seemed to mock our ordeal, each thunderclap a cruel reminder of the stakes. Ethan's determined face rode beside me, his jaw set in a grim line. I couldn't let myself think of Olivia and Liam in the hands of those savage rogues, but every thud of my horse's hooves pounded the terrifying reality into my bones.

As I settled onto him, a shiver ran down my spine, merging with the vibrations of the storm. Tristan's strong hands gripped my hips as the tip of his length aligned with my entrance. He held my gaze as I moved down onto his c*ck, taking in every inch of him. He started guiding my movements with an intensity that matched the storm outside. His eyes were locked onto mine, a silent conversation passing between us as he lifted me effortlessly against the piano.

Storm sat on his knees and pulled my legs up around him, fucking me even deeper. I moved one hand to my core and the other to my breasts, and the way Storm looked at me drove me fucking insane. It was like he wanted to devour me, and I couldn’t think. All I felt was this insane feeling of ecstasy as I started to shudder from my orgasm. This was so much more intense than the orgasms I had before, which were pretty fucking good already.

Ersa rode Storm, the black horse, like a whirling wind before any soldiers of King Othello found her fleeing from the castle. Storm moved his legs so fast, he had been trained to dance with the wind, the path seemed be blown by his speedy pace, blew the dust and the dead leaves as it was so powerful determined heading to the place where Celestine told Ersa…The Squad’s headquarter.

They park a few blocks away and walk hand in hand, Ark carrying the reusable bags that's somehow good for the earth, Storm scanning the stalls with sharp eyes out of habit even as her body relaxes into the rhythm of normalcy. She's happy. She stops at a stall stacked high with apples. Red and yellow and green. Polished by nothing but cloth and care. She reaches out, plucks one cleanly from the edge, takes a bite, and keeps walking. “Dorothy!” Ark’s voice snaps, half warning, half fond exasperation. Storm does not turn around. Ark sighs, walks back to the stall, pulls out a bill that is far too large for a single apple and hands it to the seller.

But amidst the towering trees and the relentless downpour, the experience was raw and untamed, perfect in its primal intensity. The storm roared around them, the thunder and rain creating a symphony that drowned out their sounds, enveloping them in a cocoon of noise that masked their moans and gasps. Patricia knew that Alvin relished in these sounds, that each cry and whimper was a testament to his success in bringing her to the brink of pleasure. The cacophony of the storm added to the intensity, making every moment feel like an exhilarating escape from reality.

Craig’s POV The storm’s fury roared louder, tearing through the canopy and battering us with sheets of rain that numbed skin and blurred vision. Every crack of thunder felt like a punch to my chest, each lightning strike illuminating twisted branches and the jagged outline of Zane's territory with stark, fleeting clarity. The ground beneath my boots was a slick, treacherous mess of mud and water, threatening to swallow me whole with every step. I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to slip or fall, knowing that even the smallest misstep would betray us in this chaos.

Storm chuckled, “I did. She wanted to be kept in the loop at all fucking times. She’s probably sending the calvary, since I haven’t been able to reach her.” I stopped, looking over at Storm in shock. Was Leia in danger? Why was he so calm about it? Why couldn’t he reach my mate? What was happening? “Why not?” “The bullets... and the wolfsbane..." Storm explained, raising his eyebrow at me, and I took a breath of relief. “So you’re not the calvary?” I joked, trying not to show Storm how scared I had been. This damn drug was still messing with my head.

This was the moment we had rehearsed, the moment that would seal our contract. I reached Lucas at the altar, I couldn't help but notice the flicker of surprise in his eyes. Perhaps he was taken aback by my appearance. But I knew better than to let that distract me. I plastered a smile on my face, determined to play my role flawlessly. "Hi…" I greeted him softly with a smile, trying to maintain an air of elegance and grace. "You look quite handsome today, Mr. Storm." Lucas smirked and extended his arm to me, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. "Thank you, Mrs. Storm-to-be. You look absolutely breathtaking." He said with a wink, God is he handsome!