Shion Tempest Novelas e Histórias

Serving him his glass, I looked over at him. He had shining deep blackish eyes that spoke depth and darkness lik an ocean at night. His beautifully scary eyes caught me off guard. He was wearing a white shirt with his first few buttons undone, it was almost see-through as I could clearly see his entire hard-muscled body tattooed. All inked up till his neck. He had well-set raven black hair with each and every strand positioned backward, leaving a couple of them on his temple. Hot. He sat there as if he owned everything. With that aura of his screaming ‘fricking danger’, it was crystal clear he wasn’t one of these lusty old heads. Despite that, he was attractively handsome and seducingly hott

I'm lost in my own world when I feel a tap on my shoulder, when I turn to look I'm met by an old version of Kyle, I guess that's Kyle's dad, alongside him is a middle aged woman, her face is full of makeup and I guess she's a bitch already maybe she's the bitch that harassed Nicole yesterday, and a girl I guess aged sixteen . " Hey I'm Richard Parker, my wife Charlotte and my daughter Shillah who are you? They told me you wanted to see me?"

She took a deep breath. Air around her condensed subtly as her magic calmed, lightning striking tight circles rather than whipping around erratically. Chaos around her snapped into focus. Centered. “Now.” We moved together. Wind burst from my body violently, but instead of clawing forward in all directions, it punched outwards in a tight spiral cyclone that wrapped around Iris’s magic rather than pushing up against it. Simultaneously, Iris let go; lightning crackling around her that struck outward in hard lines, funneling directly into my tempest.

- The men were surprised and were about to ask "No Questions! If you wish to know more, then come here after training and learn!" - Kiba scolded them for almost breaking their promise. Seeing them turn silent Kiba continued his explanation. "Next is the 'Zenith Tempest' 'The Prison of Bright Heavenly Thunder' a Longinus capable of controlling the weather and manipulating its elements. It's currently wielded by Dulio Gesualdo, the 'Trump Card of Heaven' and the strongest exorcist!" - Kiba took a breath and continued his explaining.

Razor This is no fun. Jasey boy hasn’t replied to any of my pictures, not even the one of Ransom’s purdy eye bobbing around in my little canning jar. I can’t help but stare at my trophy as I carry it around. I had my crew meet me at this house shortly after my little pet storm showed up to tell me that C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest were hitting Zen tonight. It's finally time for the Damned Forsaken to become the rulers of this port city. I’m all giddy with excitement!

The storm was suffocating him and Viso knew that this girl was the only one who could end this suffocation in him. And Viso D’Angelo was going to do everything to have this girl. Any. Bloody. Thing!

Hard, thrusting, and completely out of control. Her hands tightened Convulsively as she reached for the waistband of his jeans. But before she could unfasten the top button, he grabbed both of her hands in one of his. He pressed his forehead to hers, squeezed his eyes closed. She heard him suck in a deep breath, sensed him fighting for control. “Don’t get me wrong, Sprout. You’re tempting. You certainly are.” Abruptly he dropped his hands and stepped away. “But I didn’t want to break your heart when I was eighteen anymore than I want to break it now.”

"My only peace." He entered her with a slow, deep thrust that drew a jagged gasp from her lungs. It was a rhythmic, powerful dance that mirrored the storm outside—rising in intensity, fueled by months of shared whispers and quiet looks across the dinner table. Every touch was a vow. Every movement was a signature of the life they had fought to keep.

She kissed my cheek before storming towards her room to probably start looking for her dress already. I think tonight won't be that bad. --- I was wrong. It is freaking terrible. There is nothing exciting about tonight. A lot of people dancing around enjoying themselves, a few making out grossly while the remaining ones are drunk out of their freaking mind. I am sitting in a corner with my glass of juice as I observe my surroundings. I am wearing a silk satin purple top with thin straps and paired it with black jeans and black boots. My hairs are tied up in a ponytail. I sip on my juice as I keep my eyes on Tori who is drunk, not out of her senses. But drunk.

Instead, my good deeds have blown up in my face, leaving me with a cluster fuck of a mess to clean up. My gaze drifts toward the house again. The sun is barely visible on the horizon as inky darkness consumes the sky. A faint glow emitting from the window beside the front doors indicates Paetyn and Raya are in the living room watching TV—or it’s Raya’s partner. Seren, I think his name is. I have seen him a few times coming and going from the house. If he and Raya didn’t appear as in love as they are, I would be digging into his background to find out who he is. But the puppy dog look Raya wears every time she sees him tells me he’s a man I can trust, especially with my little bird occupying