Salty's Stormy Tale Novels & Stories

The waters below reflect the breathtaking scenery. Lauren silently admires the scene as her hair sways as if it’s going with the flow of the wind. She felt a sudden ease in her mind and body. These past few days she felt empty inside, but as soon as she stepped on this ship… the exhaustion she felt was gone like a bubble that popped into the air. In contrast to what she felt in their house, the pain and abuse she endured. Lauren taught that after her mother died, she could never be at peace.

*smack* St-St-St-Stormie I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I’m sorry oh my god I’m so sorry she doesn’t say anything but the look in her eyes makes me swallow hard and step back clutching the hand I hit her with, I didn’t mean to do it it just happened. She finishes packing and storms out the door, I follow her out the bedroom hi, can you pick up right now please, at the mansion, thank you Stormie who are you talking to and where do you think you’re going?!

Stormie said and added the salt. She screamed and passed out on the ground. And it doesn't move him at all. TBC

He was accompanied by Charlotte. Cynthia strode over to him and slapped him hard across the face. "You monster! Why did you lie to me? You weren't even with Hattie at all! Do you know she was swept away by the hurricane?" Fresh from a rendezvous, Calvin was evidently irritated. Now that his mother was siding with me and even delivered a slap, he must resent me even more. "Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it."

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

Bethy Hillstorm* It's a clear bright sunny day and the roaring sounds of propeller and metal blades coming to life are filling the area. I settle comfortably in my seat with Emilio beside me his arms draped around my shoulders. Today, we will be getting back after a week of stay here at the island.

begged nails raking back red lines healed violet glows flames licking skin sensual trails heightened sensation. Obliged feral growl pace savage storm surging pinned fully lips trailing fire neck nipping sucking marks bloom storm bruises. "Mine all fucking mine," rasped hand sliding between circle clit fingers expert tease jolts ecstasy. "This dripping cunt greedy beg cum flooding tight hole." Core tightened pleasure coiling violet ribbons wrapped amplifying bond hum roar wolves claiming savage mental nips devours. Cried climax shattered waves crashing clenching pulses drew release hot deep storm warmth groaned name prayer. Mid rut locked eyes silver grey storm surging deep. "Adapt with me El

The world was a screaming, tilting madness. The storm wasn't outside the Sea Helm; the Sea Helm had become the storm. The yacht was no longer a boat cutting through water, but a living thing in its last agony, every groan of its hull, every shuddering crash of wave on hull, testament to its pain. The salon air was thick with the odors of salt, fear, and the bitter, electric tang of ozone.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

Whereas I…I am Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the bringer of cold and storm. I stretched out my hand, gathering the raging sky and thunder in one place to trap Jose. I may have lost our bet that this year’s people of Moonburn’s sacrifice will not be Elaine. But this bet of ours, to whom will be the first one to call forth a storm, I will win. I am the Alpha of Wolves whose blood rages with fire, flows with ice, breathes in the fury of the air, and stands in the strength of the earth. “Oh, look. Here comes Alpha Tyler, the great and terrible Stormbringer,” Jose smirked.