روايات وقصص ضمن Season Of Storms

Gavin's eyes went wide as he stared at the soda in my hand. Wesley, where are you?" he rasped. "How did you get the supplies?" He broke into a fit of coughing. He got more worked up as he spoke, ending in a fit of coughing. I just smiled. "These are the supplies I hauled over with my tricycle. Cheers!" I took a proud sip of my soda on camera. After Gavin totally lost it, I ended the call. The scorching heat had lasted three months. Then one day, a single raindrop fell from the sky.

Well, now Dastan Lemos, is that how you really feel about me and my work, it’s insignificant to you, is that it then, that’s good to know. She moves away from me and walks into the closet, she comes out carrying a suitcase and lays it down on the bed and begins packing, walking back and forth. What the hell are you doing Stormie? What does it look like? I mean you may be stupid but you’re certainly not blind! *smack*

my voice now raising in volume. “Then fucking show me,” she practically screamed at me. “What could be so bad or terrifying that you do which would leave me traumatized? What’s to say that seeing what you do, I mean actually do, doesn’t kick start something inside of me to be like you are? You have no…” I couldn’t take it anymore. The anger was fueling how I felt about her. I couldn’t love her. Love was a weakness that someone could use against me. The way she stood up to me was so fucking hot. I felt like I was going to explode.

AMBROSE I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm right now. The strong gushing winds and the heavy downpour of joy, sadness, confusion and rage were all burning at a strong signal number five inside of me. I’m not sure if I can handle all of this but I will. I have to.

My arms are spread on either sides, as if trying to wet my whole body despite the downpour being cold as hell. "It's going to turn into hail soon, Lesley." He warns me. I knew it, too. This region is cold, and not to forget, the humans call this season as end of winter, transitioning into summer. "Let it be, I'm confident my skin won't shatter." But it'll hurt like a bitch. Jacob turns to look at me with furrowed eyebrows. The downpour...was to cover my tears with itself. He couldn't make out my expressions, for what I know, he couldn't read the scrunch in my nose nor the disgust rolled up as a smile on my face.

Back to the present ✅ . Blood moon pack. The storm had grown stronger, the branches of the forest trees dancing to the heavy tone of the weather. Two dark wolves racing through the storm in search of the humans. It was hard scouting at the rate of how strong the storm had conflicted with different colours. Storms like this usually come once in three years, unfortunately, it hasn't even been half two years since a storm visited. “Maybe the gods don't want him to be saved.” Roy said through their mindlink as they came to a stop, in an empty forest, no single animal was barely sighted, making him wonder if they've been blown away.

And there's no stopping it now. The storm is coming.

She’s holding herself together because that’s what she does. “Thank you,” I say. “Don’t thank me,” she replies. “Push.” Garrett’s voice changes at seven forty. That shift professionals get when things are close. More focused and more direct. Hannah moves where he tells her, he keeps holding my hand. Garrett talks me through what’s happening and what I need to do, and I do it. I do it because there’s no other choice. Because Storm is coming whether the world is ready or not. Because I’ve been waiting and holding on and keeping myself together for months, and this is where it ends. Not in fear, not in a safe house bedroom with the curtains drawn.

Selene POV The day was supposed to be a bright sunny one but the storm gathered around the sky and everyone in East Coast knew that it was that season again. The fall season. It was frustrating because the rain in East Coast never stops and it could go on for ages and I will get stuck in my destination. Lucky enough, I managed to arrive at the mall through the taxi and the moment I stepped into the place there was a big crowd and everyone seems to have gotten the same plan with me.

It did not matter whether there was a misunderstanding between us anymore. The next second, Greyson returned, having left something behind. Seeing me, his expression was complicated. "Nicola Tromp, long time no see." Greyson seemed unchanged, except that the edge in his eyes had reduced. "How have you been?" After a long silence, I heard my own dry voice respond, "Without you, of course, I'm fine." He seemed somewhat taken aback, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.