Storm Front Novels & Stories

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .

With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me. As he lay dying, he spoke gently. “Nerina, live well.” I held him in my arms. My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest. But he only touched my hair. His eyes fell on Vivian’s body. “She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.” It felt like a bullet had gone through my head. All the blood in my body froze. “She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.” “She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.” “Please stay alive. Bury me with her.” “If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.” “Please make us whole.” His hand fell. My world collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father. The old Don looked at me. “Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.” I lifted my head and spoke calmly. “Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.” “As for Sicily, I’ll go.”

Diki Reandi is a member of the Indonesian Air Force International, has a cold demeanor and is talkative. He is 28 years old and at this time, he is involved in solving problems in the past which all started from the disappointment experienced by a man named Kenzo Albert. In the middle of a wedding with his wife. He had a deep loss. The woman who had only been his wife for 1 minute died in front of him. His family and friends died where what was supposed to be happy news turned into sad news. "Nokkkk!" Kenzo shouted when he saw his wife's incomplete body in front of him. In the luxury mension with a classic style, a beautiful woman is seen sitting on a chair equipped with a hand and an arm. "You're mean!" shouted Dissa leaking Kenzo Albert's handsome face. "I don't care, how you judge myself, the most important thing is that you are born again. I have the right to have you. I will avenge everything they did to us first. Wait for my play!" said Kenzo by leaking sharp like an eagle in front of Dissa Richard. "Stop! Don't try my sister or I will break your hands," threatened Diki Reandi running towards them. Will Diki save Dissa from Kenzo's clutches? or Dissa must choose Kenzo to save innocent people?

He was her first love and also the man she hated. To him, she was the only love. Now after ten years, they stood in front of each other as a marriage prospect. Will fate change these times or will it repeat?

Luca Ferraro is a revered Italian mafia boss with a cold heart that is thawed by Elena Rossetti, a kleptomaniac woman who agrees to marry him when caught stealing from him to avoid a death sentence. Elena Rossetti grew up fending for herself by stealing, she lives an average life until she steals from the dangerous Luca Ferraro, her only way out is marriage to a man she should be scared of. When love suddenly visits them, will it be enough to help them weather the storm?

Arthur Wilder was once an apology I thought was sent to me, but he turned out to be a calm before the storm. A storm that nearly cost my life and still lingers in my soul. Years later, when I thought I was finally in control, powerful and unstoppable, he was back to take charge of my life. In marriage. I should run. I should protect myself. Yet I found myself leaning into his darkness. What if in the midst of a yelling crowd, he stood silently beside me?

At our engagement party, my fiancée said, "Even if I marry you, my heart will always belong to my first love." The room went dead silent. Everyone waited for me to snap and storm out in humiliation. Instead, I clapped first. Smiling, I said, "If marrying me makes you that miserable, I won't stop you. Just don't forget to pay back the wedding money I gave you." My fiancée panicked on the spot.

After regaining my hearing, I happily march over to the room of my arch-rival, eager to flaunt in front of him—only to hear him moaning my name as he does what all guys do for pleasure.

After my cold, distant husband returned from overseas, his personality completely changed. Every night, he kept me up until dawn. The man who had been too busy to even touch me during our three years of marriage suddenly became obsessed with my body. I thought it was just that absence made the heart grow fonder, but then strange pop-up comments appeared in front of me. [I can't wait to see the male lead, Trevor Blackwell, lose his mind when he gets back in a month and finds out someone is sleeping with his wife.] My blood ran cold. Trevor was my husband. If he had not come back yet, then who was this man in front of me who looked exactly like him?

I'm dressed in flip-flops and shorts when making an inspection of the five-star hotel my husband just acquired. When the front office manager spots me, she immediately calls for security with a disgusted look on her face. "The hotel's WiFi isn't meant for people like you to use. Hurry up and pay me 200 thousand dollars in Internet costs, then get lost!" I calmly tell her that I'm the owner of the hotel, but that only makes her sneer. "The owner of the hotel? Hey, old hag, you're putting on an act in front of the real deal! This hotel was a birthday gift from my husband to me. Aren't you fantasizing a bit too much?" Oh? Since when did Ian Lambert get another wife behind my back?