Novel & Cerita Salty's Stormy Tale

Just like we had been doing until now, we would do it forever. Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Lance Storm's story available! Title: My Mafia Rescuer

The world was a screaming, tilting madness. The storm wasn't outside the Sea Helm; the Sea Helm had become the storm. The yacht was no longer a boat cutting through water, but a living thing in its last agony, every groan of its hull, every shuddering crash of wave on hull, testament to its pain. The salon air was thick with the odors of salt, fear, and the bitter, electric tang of ozone.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

He stood up and took the dish from me. At the same time, he lowered his voice so only the two of us could hear. “Bastard. Haven’t you always been trying to block my way into the Translation Institute? Fine then. I’ll steal Wynnie from right under your nose. That’s only fair!” The next second, the plate slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor. Most of the hot sauce splashed onto me, yet he screamed as though he was badly burned.

She'd always fall back on those same words to placate me. Now, I used those words to show my understanding. Yet she suddenly glared at me in anger. "What's with that sarcastic tone? I've explained everything to you. What are you still unhappy about? Pushing your luck, are you?" I responded helplessly, "No, really… I don't think you did anything wrong—" Before I could finish, Joyce slammed the brakes and shouted, "Get out! Get out of the car!" I was confused, but I opened the car door and stepped out.

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.

Storm Storm “Could we all take our seats please, we need to get this meeting started,” Alpha Rossi, said, grabbing the attention of everyone present in the conference room, as he entered the room with his Luna at his side. Taking my seat beside Doyle once again, I looked up to where Alpha and Luna Rossi were sitting at the head of the table.

Poor Byron was confused about the situation. ‘Child, we’re getting closer.’ Helighor informed me. ‘Get your little friends ready because it’s going to be a little chaotic once we enter. On the other side, the environment is not as pleasant as any sea storm. Get your monstrous friend to swim underneath me so you won’t get blown away by the storm?’ ‘Storm? What storm? The water is calm.’ ‘On this side, it’s clear. But in his cage, it isn’t.’ “What’s wrong? You have that look on your face again.” Skyr moved closer to me as he asked.

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.