Stormy Weather Full Episode Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, Hurricane Harvey struck, throwing the whole of Housland into chaos. The storm mercilessly tore through thousands of buildings. The transportation system collapsed so severely that even utility poles were uprooted. The news reported that citizens were forbidden from going out for the next few days, as things were very dangerous outside. Thus, Lexie had no choice but to stay at our place for the time being. I had assumed Lexie was just an innocent young lady, but I didn't expect her desires to run even stronger than mine. She had come in a hurry and hadn't brought any spare clothes.

By sunset, Dawson’s house looks like it’s preparing for a storm that isn’t weather. Curtains drawn. Cameras checked. Exterior lights set to timers. Kellan moving through rooms with the calm efficiency of a man who has packed for worse. Miles at the dining table, laptop open, building a timeline that feels like a net. Rowan testing the back door sensor twice, not because it’s broken, because her body doesn’t trust “once.” Jace dragging a chair to the front window like he’s trying to be useful in the only language his nervous energy speaks.

Lorien’s POV The storm wasn’t letting up. I stood at the edge of the large window, watching the heavy downpour with narrowed eyes. Rain lashed against the glass, blurring the view outside. Thick, dark clouds churned across the sky, and the occasional crack of lightning illuminated the wet landscape. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, and I knew there was no way I’d be flying out tonight. Even if I wanted to risk it, I needed clear skies to navigate.

The storm outside had added something to the house—a feeling of being trapped, like they couldn’t escape, and somehow that made the air feel thicker. “Is there a chance of the storm not happening?” Zendaya inquired as she bit her lips. Jayden immediately brought out his phone so he could check the weather app to ascertain. “Looks like we’re in for a heavy one,” he said, shaking his head. “Won’t be going anywhere soon.” Zendaya sighed, glancing around the mansion. “Great. So, now we’re stuck here.” “Guess so,” Jayden replied, voice dry. “Looks like we’ll have to make the best of it.”

An hour into our drive Storm began shifting uncomfortably. “Are you alright?” I glanced at her worried trying to keep my eyes on the road. She began panting and she gripped my arm. “Diego turn around.” She said through gritted teeth. “What’s the matter?” “I said turn around!!!” She growled at me and I saw Rains eyes flash at me. I slammed on the brakes and did a u-turn and began speeding back to our pack doctor. Storm grabbed my phone and clenched her belly I could see it tighten. She dialed her parents who answered quickly.

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

The Storm The sky was this bruised tone of gray, thick clouds entering like an omen. The wind howled down the streets, rattling the signs and slapping against the buildings. It was one of those storms that felt personal, as if the world itself had a warning to give them. Adrian tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, his jaw set. He could hear Flora breathing beside him, steady but sharp, like she was trying to control the chaos inside her chest.

Alex called out trying to get his attention. "Ooh! I'm sorry about that, my mind is just so crowded up at the moment!" He added . " Just be careful around here and try not to be so clumsy," he said as he went into his carbine and shut the door behind him. The flight was one long one, everything was going just good until the weather changed and became so stormy and thunderstorms outside. Alex and the others tried to keep everyone safe, maintaining their seats and not getting hurt. For about 30 minutes the weather was bad until it all came to a shocking stop and the sky all cleared up, and they were just about the land.

But right now, all I could think about was the woman beside me, the one whose real smile I had just discovered. As I stepped out of the small changing room, buttoning up the last of the borrowed shirt, the first thing that greeted me was Nelson’s mousey, worried face. The storm was still going on, rain lashing against the window panes. The moment he opened his mouth, adjusting his glasses, I knew he didn't have anything good to say. “Sir… actually the storm has gotten worse. Winds are picking up, and we have reports of flooding on the roads, and visibility is nearly zero.”

His lips were parted slightly as he took shallow breaths. She paused just a second too long. He cracked an eye open and gave the faintest smirk. "You're really good at this." "Yeah, well, you're lucky I didn't leave you in the lot," she muttered, her cheeks warming as she quickly shut his door and got behind the wheel. The radio kicked on. "Special Weather Report: A severe thunderstorm system is approaching Gem Town, Manhattan, and Skeeterville. If you're driving, seek shelter immediately. Hurricane-force winds expected within the hour."