Salty's Stormy Tale の小説・ストーリー

A few seconds passed as everyone waited, and then the blue line began moving once more, trickling into a line, which at first was narrow, but later grew in width, covering a wide area of his chest, until it disappeared into the helm of his skirt. Storm's eyes glowed bright blue, as he began to speak once again, this time, in an eerie voice that everyone realized was not his. "To the wide blue ocean and into the belly of the beast, you all shall sorjourn. Trials you shall face, but love only shall conquer, and two hearts shall beat as one." As soon as he finished speaking, his knees gave way and he almost slumped, luckily, Keratin held him up in time before he could. The others trailed behind

“I’ve heard it said there are lots of explosions in the area. Come back safe, honey. We’re counting on you.” I wished she hadn’t chosen to share that with me. To make matters worse there was a thunderstorm the next day. Each cloud collision was unnerving and then there was that shaky descent in a cage which seemed on the point of collapse. Ricky seemed to have cheered up recently. He’d met Sally. “My chosen mate,” he confided. “An Omega?” “Who cares? She has a good heart and very big – ” “Okay, I get the picture,” I said, hoping his sudden crush would pass.

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.

Today, I was going in to submit my resignation. Back then, Joyce was the reason I chose to stay in this city. I even refused to inherit my family's estate, severing ties with my parents completely. Three days ago, when the typhoon hit, I put my life on the line to pick Joyce up. However, she refused to come home with me. On the way back, the storm was raging, and debris struck my shoulder. I couldn't sleep that night from the pain. Then I saw Finley's Instagram post and told Joyce I was breaking up with her.

Lightning flashed violently outside the windows. Salvatore stared at me for a long second before speaking again. "Dante destroys people slowly. He likes psychological games. He likes fear." "And you?" His eyes locked onto mine. "I prefer honesty." I almost laughed at the absurdity. "You murdered my brothers." "Yes." No apology. No softness. Just the truth again. God. That honesty was somehow worse. I moved toward the windows needing space desperately. Rain hammered the glass while waves crashed below the cliffs like war drums.

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.