Salty's Stormy Tale Novels & Stories

Author's note: it's my birthday, I thought I should at least give something to y'all. Hearing the door beep , Callahan entered Storm’s study. “You have something to tell me? “he heard his brother ask as he sat and crossed his legs. “It’s about Bash, “Callahan said. Storm massaged his forehead and sighed. “What is your obsession with that sewer rat? Do you want to rub it in my face that we had sex with the same person? Go ahead, mock me. “

We didn’t even know which ocean we were in - the Pacific or the Atlantic. I’d given him all the details I could. But they weren’t very helpful. Palm trees. White sand. Blue lagoon. Mountain. That’s all I had. “That gala,” Storm said, “it might be our chance.” He was referring to the massive annual gala that Demetrius was throwing here, on the island. It was the night he was going to have sex with my wolf. “I’d rather not wait that long,” I told Storm. Storm nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark rock. He tossed it into the water.

Milly cut him off. "You are really angry with me because of that slave, that pathetic loser?" Stormie asked. "You are the pathetic one here and please I'm not in for any talks just check what you want to check and let me go." Milly replied. "You are the only one I have Milly, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Milly I can't lose you, you are my happiness and I can't live in this pack without You." Stormie said holding her hand, she pushed his hand.

“You need to leave. Now.” " You can't just come to New York and the first place you will visit is Tarren's Mall" Josh added. How do you know I was here, he questioned her, she gave him a glance as her eyes flash with anger, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She hisses, taking a step toward him. “That's not your buisness Josh" I can feel the room's air grow heavy as their tension builds, a storm waiting to break. But just as quickly, Tasha turns on her heel, her eyes still burning with intensity. “You know where to find me when you’re ready to face the truth,” she says coldly.

“Or at least by our standards.” When we made it back to Storm’s door, Tawnie didn’t hesitate to knock, and the moment it was yanked open, a stunning, very pissed off Storm glowered at me before turning her attention to Tawnie. “Hey, Tawnie. Do you need something? I was kind of in the middle of something?” she said. Tawnie sniffed the air before baring her teeth at Storm. “What is Sanson doing here?” “Well, if you must know, he came over to fuck!” Storm snapped, and I instantly lost control.

“You started it, River… gambling with my life. I can't continue without a child. I don’t care how far I have to go or how many strings I get to pull before I get to fill you up with my seed.” His grip tightened on my wrist, his breathing coming out rugged, face red and pulsing with anger — anger that I didn’t want his shitty proposal? What was going on in this man’s head? “There are other women out there,” my voice softened, my head tilted slightly. “What we had was just a fling. I am not ready to be a mother, Mr. Storm.” “My body craves only you. I don’t want you to be its mother either — I just need the child.” Like a commodity that he could buy with money. “And I am not ready for a baby M

The storm that night was terrifying for everyone out at sea, including Theodor and his dad, Carl. "Pull up the nets! Don't let the waves cut them loose and take the fish we've caught tonight! Secure the anchor and use all your strength!" Carl yelled amid the rain and flashes of lightning, accompanied by the roar of waves that seemed like they would crush their boat in one sweep.

He rants, and I press my crayon so hard against the book that it breaks. “Sal can not do that! He’s in love with David. He’s too loyal to be attracted to or try to fuck anyone asides the person he loves.” I rage as I stand up, and he scoffs. “Well, I’m telling you something is going on. Sal is building a harem. He’s immune to all your attacks. Unbothered. You have to hit him harder. Ruin him! I’m tired of waiting. Fucking do something or I will drive down to his house and kill him myself!” He yells, and I stare at him in silence.

His command tips me over. I let out a broken cry, “Caleb!” I moan, coming so hard it has my back arching and thighs clamping around my hand while I use my other hand to balance on the island. Slick gushes over my fingers, dripping onto the stool, my whole body convulses, wave after wave, until I slump forward, panting like I ran a marathon.

I want to tell them to leave, so I bite my tongue and I continue to walk to the door. Right before I go to open the door to leave my cabin. That's when my body runs into another. I can feel steam radiating from his body. His smell makes my insides tingle. As my face is into his chest, I don't want to move, inhaling his scent, I go to look up. So happy and relieved that he's OK. But my words are stopped because I can tell That Landon is not here from the kindness of his heart. Because I can feel the anger radiating off of him.