Salty's Stormy Tale Novels & Stories

tt Dean but Dean caught his head and threw him away as if he weighed nothing. His back made an impact with a pillar which broke and he fell down to the ground. The dead bodies floating around them all fall down. "I'm not like Edgardo." Dean boasted as he approached Storm. His shoulder and head held high. "You are not him, I know that," Storm said with a groan, spitting out blood from the cut inside his mouth. He just hoped his back wasn't broken. He slowly stands up to his feet. He gave Dean a bloody smile. "And that is why I am fighting you," he added. His two hands literally went into flame which he curled into a fist.

"I’m not buying the sob story that the salary increase is more than you deserve. No employee rejects a 400% salary increase, and we both know it." "Mr. Storm, do you really want to know?" she asked, leaning against the desk now, her cleavage teasingly visible. My eyes dropped for a moment before I forced myself to focus. She was angry, and for some reason, it made her look even more attractive. She was trying to challenge me, to test me—but I wasn’t going to let her win. "We’re already being honest," I said, leaning back against the desk, fighting for control. "I’ve had time to think about it all weekend, and I don’t know if I’m ready to sign away my freedom. If there’s one thing I know abou

And the rain fell... is the latest release for 2020. A scary love story with many twists and turns. Hope you enjoy. if you like the idea of cult fiction and romance rolled into one then this is a great story. It follows a young doctor who managed to get away from the "the Sect" with her father when she was a teenager. Now in her twenties she is in the same area she moved too. She stumbles into a nightmare and with it the possiblity of love.

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re talking about a child like it’s just another pawn in your little power game.” Storm’s face darkened, but before he could respond, Scarlet held up a hand, stopping him. “You know what?” she said, her voice icy. “It doesn’t matter. Because I don’t even know if I’m pregnant. And even if I was, I wouldn’t let you use our child the way you’ve used me.” Storm didn’t say anything, but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. He was angry, frustrated, and maybe even a little scared. But that wasn’t her problem. Not anymore.

he points at little stormy who is hugging herself, wide-eyed at the declarations. I know it's taking him everything to say this out loud. To admit it. Sarah doesn’t say a word-not as she can- but a tear slides down her eyes. “That’s right. The moment I knew you were only here to report back to the council, it all meant nothing to me. you meant nothing to me. and now you have sealed your fates. I protect what's mine.” He turns to look at little stormy. “and Storm…. She is mine.”

He whispered brokenly, his shaking hand coming up to cover his mouth. Now Storm was just confused., although deep down she was drawn to this stranger, she felt her soul reaching out to him. “Uhmmm,” She muttered looking now at Tasha who was also staring at the man with tears streaking down her cheeks, “Can anyone tell me what is going on here?” Tasha faced her with red eyes and smiled sadly, then laughed wiping her tears, “It is a long story Storm. One which would really interest you,” Storm frowned, backing up as the man took a few more steps closer to her.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

“I will not.” He tilted his head, “we can have this talk here, but it’s a little-known fact that omegas love to gossip. And the shit I’m going to tell you is not for the faint of heart. And kind of private. And I’m going to use a lot of foul language… Like a ton of fucks.” “Are you sure you did not come here to murder me in my forest?” I scoffed. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be fucking dead.” Storm stated as he shrugged his shoulders.

The least I could do was make her a special breakfast, I say breakfast, it’s now 12:30 in the afternoon and I dare say after how much she drank last night she may vomit at even just the smell of food. Last night we had a small get together with friends and family as a farewell party for Carrie, she insisted she didn’t want any fuss but I knew she appreciated everyone coming to give their well wishes. Carrie and I took full advantage of the party and drank more than our weight in spirits, as for entertainment, well I reckon we scared most of the guests away with our rendition of Celine Dion’s ‘It’s all coming back to me’. I never thought she would go ahead with the whole moving to New York id

She looked pretty happy with the company. "No one ever wants to have me around. They say I'm trouble. I just want someone to pour my shit to. I'm Flare by the way." She said extending her dirty shabby hands for me. I looked at the dirt wedged fingernails and dirty, holed long sleeve, and not that I meant to be rude, but she just looked down at my gaze, mouthed an 'oh' and put her hand back. I could sense her immediate embarrassment. "Um... What's your name?" She asked trying to strike up a conversation.