Salty's Stormy Tale の小説・ストーリー

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.

Cradling Angeline’s neck, Stormy pushed her away with surprising gentleness. “Everything is up for you, my Angel. I will show you how cocky my cock can be. Not fucking casual, cause I want to lick, devour and fuck you every day and night.” His guttural voice echoed through my mouth, the words followed by a possessive growl. “Ain’t you a horny wolf? Let’s just enjoy the moment, Stormy.” Her face contorted in a small frown when another moan escaped her. Stormy ran my tongue along her lips, sucking them with unexpected skill before possessing her mouth in a demanding kiss.

I sat with my arms around my knees and stared into the darkness ahead as the cart began to move again. And as the tavern lights faded behind us, I made a silent promise. I will not be forgotten. I will not be cast away like trash. Let Salvatore pretend he’s happy. Let Elena think she’s won. They haven’t seen the last of me. Because I’m not just the discarded bride. I’m the storm they didn’t see coming. And storms always come back stronger.

He held my hand as I lowered myself back onto my bed, wincing as the skin on the right side of my body pulled tight in protest. Oreo hopped off the table and wandered over to me, settling into the straw bedding beside me. Oliver retrieved the wooden mug from where he'd left it. "I see Salty’s found you at last. Don’t reckon the captain’ll be too pleased to find him in here," he said, handing it to me. "Salty?" I said, accepting the mug and looking down at the cat. "I thought that other kid said his name was Bastard?" Oliver shrugged. "His proper name’s Salty Black Bastard. Some call him Salty, some call him Bastard. Depends what he’s done to ’em."