Storms Story Novels & Stories

That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us LACE: We miss you! We haven’t seen you in ages HAILSTORM: You guys know I won’t be able to go… it’s too hard KILLER: We can make another plan. Go away for a weekend again? LACE: That would be nice J HAILSTORM: Thanks girls. Maybe you guys can come here? LACE: O yes! Then we can see what you actually get up to there, socially… if you know what I mean

said Estelle, patting the young woman's hand in a motherly fashion. Marybeth reached for her cup, cradling it in her hands while she absently listened to Estelle and the waitress fret about the terrible storm blowing in from the west. Glancing outside the window, Marybeth was startled to see the dark, broody clouds. Sure, when she came in, the sky was a little grey, but not this black shroud of gloom. As soon as they were alone, Estelle swooped in on her again. "You know damn well the business we're in, yet you go out there and attract the biggest attention ever! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The storm wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

It was no use. My phone, ringing on the nightstand made her look up at me, a small distraction from the storm. Picking it up, I see it's my mother. I answer her on speaker and her soothing voice fills the room. "Why don't you try bringing Anita and Amelia over here? The basement is soundproof and there are more storms coming." "M-Mom," Anita asks with shaky sobs that turns into a scream as another roll of thunder hits. "Can you come get us please? I don't want to let go of Ray."

He changed the channels a few times before finally changing it to the news channel. TRAGEDY HITS EARTH AS THE WORLD'S DEADLIEST STORM HITS THE UNITED STATES, CANADA, RUSSIA, CHINA, JAPAN, SOUTH KOREA, THAILAND, INDONESIA, MALAYSIA, PHILIPPINES, AUSTRALIA, INDIA, BRAZIL, CHILE, VENEZUELA, PERU, ARGENTINA, THE UK AND OVER A HUNDRED OTHER COUNTRIES. THE UNITED STATES BEING THE WORST HIT COUNTRY BY THE STORM.

she said trying to erase the tension between us. I've noticed that Katherine became interested in sports lately, specifically in basketball. I looked at Liam, he mouthed the word "crush". By that, I was hinted the reasons behind of it. I see, the Anaconda still have felings huh. I hope she doesn't gets bored when she's watching. She's not really into sports. This is just merely a disguise to stalk her "crush".

Torrential rain, pressing against the edge ready to break free and flood everything underneath it. The wind, a gentle breeze that was just a warning of the strong bursts that were threatening to come, blowing everything away. Like a hurricane or a tornado, leaving nothing but a path of destruction behind them. This is what her life has become.

The door slammed shut ringing a metallic echo throughout the metal stairway. Tom stood and spun the trapdoor wheel tightly closed. "What the hell?" "It's a hurricane. It's only December, but that still falls within the range of hurricane season," Ellie said. "A hurricane?" Tom asked. "It's a really big storm. It swirls around in a circle and destroys everything," Brooke explained. "So what do we do now?" Ellie turned around and started heading down the metal stairs. "We have to wait it out. It could last a few hours or a few days. Without my computers and satellite connections, I have no way of telling."

I yell out to everybody trying to get somebody's attention, but nobody is answering back to me then I realize it was water we went over the bridge I start to notice the car is filling up with water I become terrified not sure how to get out I tried to bust out a window, but it's not breaking. I'm still buckled I try to get my seat belt off, but it is stuck damn it I can't move I go to look up front to see my parents I can't see very well only having the moonlight that is shining through the window as light but what I do see isn't good my mother and father are not responding there is blood coming out of them seeing the water turning red realizing they are badly hurt. I scream for help but kno

"I just got home, and you're already eating?" I paused, spoon halfway to my mouth, and looked up at her, confused. With an impatient huff, Joyce shrugged off her coat. "Stop eating and wash the clothes in my suitcase first. The power at Fin's house got knocked out by the typhoon yesterday. I didn't even get to shower." With that, she walked toward the bathroom. "I'm busy. Just toss them in the washing machine," I said evenly.