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It is a protection against the storm, but it also helps to keep the heat in their cabins or huts during the storm. I head back to our cabin just as the storm clouds can be seen over the tops of the trees. I quickly get inside the cabin and shut it up tight. I then sit down with Darius, Sandra and Edward around the fire, reading stories and keeping warm. I knew it was going to be bad as two days into the storm turned into a blizzard. Just as I finish putting Darius to bed, there was a knock on the door. I am surprised and look over at Edward and Sandra, as there isn’t anyone in their right mind from the village that would even consider being out in the weather outside.

We wait up there for a while which really seems like forever as it seems like it's growing darker and darker we decide to start heading back as it begins to rain. I could tell that my parents were concerned about me, but they kept it to themselves. They didn't mind l**k me during the run, they just left me to deal with it myself which I appreciated so much. As it begins to rain harder and harder, we start running back, the rain is stinging our bodies due to it running so hard. It's starting to get hard to see, and we are soaked. We stop for a while hoping that the rain will die down a little, but it doesn't slow, it continues to rain. So, we decided to make a run for it, trying to get back t

*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV* --- The droplets of the heavy rain kept making me squint my eyes and wipe my face off of the dripping water. It is our first time to encounter rain this strong, no, it's a storm, and the powerful wind has been making the waves bigger and bigger, while our boat quakes with the movement of the ocean. It is one hell of a voyage. And, hopefully, this storm will stop already. It has been almost half an hour has passed that it is striking us.

She had read from the archives in the palace that sand storms lasted for hours, sometimes a whole day. With her heart hammering, she stopped running towards the Saade's carriage and began running in the direction the storm was moving, her only prayer as she moved was that the storm wouldn't kill her but provide a cover for her to get to safety. The ground shook beneath her feet as the storm gained momentum, she hunched her shoulders bracing herself for the impact. So intent was her thought of escape that she barely stopped to think of how deadly the storm could be. As the storm moved closer she heard voices that sounded as though they came from a tunnel. The Saade was shouting commands, inst

"B. . . but we can't just up and leave everything, what about my bakery, wh-" Storm grabbed a hold of her hand as did Keratin the other, and before she could say anything more, she was being flung, headlong first ,into a tunnel. If she had ever been in a tornado before, she knew this was how it would feel. Luckily, it did not last long. The next few seconds, she blinked and found herself in her bakery, standing behind the long Island in the middle of the kitchen.

They prepared for a peaceful event, no one knew there was a hurricane breying and they would be caught right in the eye of the storm and seeing them again would be a blessing. Keegan P.O.V We all met up early the next morning I left Kitten still asleep, I leaned down and gave her tummy a kiss leaving her and my beautiful babies behind. I had a bad feeling, but I knew it was now or never. We met over at Collins place and started our long drive towards the gang’s hometown, we knew exactly by now where the bar was located and we knew where to go. The police were on standby just like the first time only this time we had no rush. We wanted to come to an understanding and figure out a way for all

The man watching felt bad for her but still urged, "Ma'am, you need to hurry and find it. You're nine months pregnant. You could go into labor any time. I'm worried something will happen to you." Even a stranger worried about her, but Remi was this cruel. She didn't answer, just bit her lip, dove underwater, and searched for that medal again and again. From daylight to dark, the pond water grew colder and colder. She shivered but still couldn't find the medal. At nine months pregnant, her body felt impossibly heavy. Every dive to the bottom felt like it would tear her organs apart. The men on shore couldn't bear to watch anymore. "It's already 10:00 pm. If this keeps up, she's going to colla

my mother's voice shot back sharply, loud enough that even I could hear her indignation. Tristan's expression hardened. "Yes, Mom. I didn't expect her to run to you with every little inconvenience…" My mother cut him off, her voice fierce. "I didn't hear it from her—I saw it in the news! Is this how you treat my daughter, Tristan?" He frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "Mom, what news?" "You mean you don't know?" Her voice cracked. "She was stranded in that flood while delivering your documents. She lost the baby… your baby… because of you."

The storm was a reminder of the power and beauty of nature, and I felt grateful to be able to experience it alongside my mates. We sat there for a while, watching the storm, and then Storm nodded, his eyes locked on the twister. "Time to get some more footage," he signed, putting the Hummer in gear. We drove closer to the storm, the winds howling around us, and Rain started filming again. The storm was intense, the winds whipping the Hummer back and forth, but Storm's expert driving kept us on course. We drove through the storm, the rain pounding against the windows, and the thunder booming through the air. It was exhilarating, and I felt alive.

As the first rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, I realized that the storm that loomed on the horizon was not just a metaphorical one—it was a harbinger of the trials and tribulations that awaited us in the days to come. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I turned back to Damien and Emilio, knowing that the storm that threatened to engulf us was only just beginning. And as the first raindrops began to fall, I braced myself for the tumultuous journey that lay ahead, praying that we would emerge unscathed on the other side.