Salty's Stormy Tale Novels & Stories

"You know me. Good. Where's Ariel? She's my wife. She came here last night to have our baby." "I know." The nurse's gaze shifted to Ella. "So you're Mr. Callahan, and she must be the mistress?" "What mistress? What are you talking about?" Ella flared up instantly. "Did Ariel tell you to say that? Remi, see? You were gone for one day and Ariel's already spreading lies!" "If you're not the mistress, then what are you? Everyone at this clinic knows what happened to Ms. Slater. Last night, she was brought here hemorrhaging.

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his excitement growing. His mouth covered mine, his lips soft and wet with the ocean. The salt water flavored his kisses, giving him a new taste that I could never hope to get enough of. I licked my lips, tasting his salt water kisses. This is what heaven was like. He pulled me closer, our skin pressing together so that not even a single drop of water could fit between us. He was so warm and strong, my insides melting with fresh want. I would have taken him right there. I would have let him fill me and let my body sing his praise, but an old married couple was walking down the beach.

Nia laughed uncontrollably. “Congratulations, my prince.” “Thank you, mamma,” I walked up to him and hugged him tight. “Now, young lady. What is it that you wanted to tell us?” I asked. “I have met someone also,” I glared at Farid. “It’s ok, mamma. He’s a good guy.” “I hope so,” Gio said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “His name is Stefano. Stefano Salvatore (pronounced Sal-va-tor-ay),” Gio’s eyes widen.

The yellow-robed female impatiently questioned. A gust of wind rippled through the open window, fanning about the foul blood that leaked profusely from the unresponsive girl. As if deaf to the woman standing over her, she continued her quiet chant. "Once upon a time, in an empire long fraught with war, there lived a saint who loved her people." Away she would drift, deep into the endless abyss, into the belly of darkness. Away so far that when the light chased, when the torch flared, she would not see it.

I growl that last part. Storm releases the man to crumble to the floor, coughing hoarsely. Storm slowly turns around to face my fury. His eyes go from cold to smoldering within seconds. My body responds to his heat by sending liquid down to coat my bare thighs, and my nipples harden painfully. Storm is going to be the death of me if I let him. My traitorous body is way too willing for him to cause death by sex. "Go sit on the couch, Clyde. You owe me an explanation and an apology."

A door opening sent me straight up, quickly dropping the pillow with wide eyes staring at a half naked Storm walking out of the bathroom. A towel hung around his waist, sure he had just taken a shower. His eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but fight a smile. ‘We are not smiling at him, remember. Hold it in girl. He called you a fat pig.’ My inner voice chirped in and I really tried but hell I couldn’t help myself as a polite smile graced my face. “Get ready, we are going somewhere.” And just like that Storm killed any joy I had that morning. I wanted to grumble and fight with him but I found my energy to do so at one percent. I slid off bed, made it then got my ass in the shower.

He was already bleeding some pre-cum from the tiny slit and she licked the spot, moaning as a little of his taste landed on her tongue. "Hold on, hon!" His hands gripped her hair tightly, and she couldn't help laughing. Storm is a foul-mouthed billionaire heir. She wondered what kind of guy he was on the board and if he ever shocked a lot of his directors with rude language. He hadn't shocked her, not anymore. He turned her on and made her want to do all kinds of evil things. Storm is right. Their family was cold, almost frozen.

and a man on the other side growled, "Come in." “I just need to collect the money from him. Then I'm done, on my way home. Storm muttered to herself, taking in a deep shaky breath, especially as she noticed two bulky men step into the bar from the entrance door. A trickle of moisture rolled between her shoulder blades as she made herself open the door. The voice had bided her to come in after all.

Sarah’s song never faltered, though the words twisted into something darker. “Sleep, little wolf, your pack is gone, The storm will sing till break of dawn. No moon to guard, no flame to see, You belong to only me.” Her grin widened, madness glinting in her eyes. But Storm’s stare didn’t waver. Beneath his lashes, his pupils shimmered with threads of gold, Blaise’s gold. The light spread through his irises, faint but steady, until the shadows bent away from him. He was the storm that was raging outside, calling to his daddy…

They then burst into laughter, heard my explanation. "Thank you," I avoided. “Next time.” "Reverence," Big K teased. If it just once to paid my reverence, okay then. I grabbed the glass, then immediately drank it down. To increase the sensation in my throat, I grabbed the cigarette pack. I took one stick, lit it, sucked it in, and blew it slowly. After that, Santos borrowed my guitar and then started working on it. Then, Big K continued his critics about the Saltyville eviction plan by the government. Saltyville was where the Saltyroth-Dolly bordello complex lies. Santos and Cole nodded in agreement, while I did not know anything.