Surviving The Storm Novels & Stories

A girl who came to change her shoes and ended up facing a storm in a suit. And survived it. For now.

I whispered, my voice steady and low, carrying across the empty room like a promise I was determined to keep, “then I’ll survive it.” Not for him. Not for the bond. Not for some stupid destiny I never asked for. For me. Because I refused to disappear quietly. To wither. To vanish. I would survive this cage. I would outlast him. And when the day finally came—when he stood in front of his father and the entire pack and rejected me—I would still be here. Still breathing. Still standing. Still mine. The storm outside raged on, thunder cracking across the sky like it was angry at the world for the pain it contained, lightning flashing through the windows in brief, blinding bursts that painted the

Today, I was going in to submit my resignation. Back then, Joyce was the reason I chose to stay in this city. I even refused to inherit my family's estate, severing ties with my parents completely. Three days ago, when the typhoon hit, I put my life on the line to pick Joyce up. However, she refused to come home with me. On the way back, the storm was raging, and debris struck my shoulder. I couldn't sleep that night from the pain. Then I saw Finley's Instagram post and told Joyce I was breaking up with her.

The wind howled, my hair lashed in scattered strands across my face and the chilly draft seeping into my flesh was a reminder of the thin dress I had on. It was nothing suitable for a survival world like this and this fucking feast of respite was a mocking reminder that nothing good ever lasts in a place like this. I clung to the pipe, carefully wrapping myself around it as I slid down with swift ease until my legs buried into the sharp grass. “We made it.” Stella let out a sigh of relief. I stared up at the wrought iron gate looming ahead. “Let's make a run for that.” I pointed towards it and took her palms.

No worries, no killers. "Amelia", it was just a faint whisper on his lips. But enough to make my heart hammer in my chest. "Chief?", a deep voice interrupted us. Jaxon frowned sadly before he faced his back to me. "It's not a bomb. Pathogen is doing their test now. But you are clear for us", a big-chested short man, packed down with protective, informed Jaxon.

Her eyes were red as she stepped forward, one slow step at a time. I almost laughed at the sheer audacity. During the time she was "dead," I slit my wrists. I overdosed on pills. I tried to jump off a building. I must have tried a hundred different ways to kill myself just so I could be with her again. The only person who stood by me through all of it was Lena. Lena told me over and over that she would stay. That all I had to do was turn around. That all I had to do was let go.

**Hearts in the Storm** The storm outside rages on, mirroring the chaos within the cabin. Rain lashes against the windows, lightning occasionally illuminating the dark forest that surrounds them. Inside, tension simmers. Ethan, Sophia, Max, and Jason are all on edge, with danger looming just beyond the walls. The fire crackles, but its warmth does little to comfort them. As the gunshot echoes in the distance, fear tightens its grip on everyone, but it’s the weight of the secrets that has shattered the fragile trust between them.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

The feeling of being rescued from drowning. "You can cry, and cry. If you want to cry, just cry. No one's gonna judge you for that. If you feel pain again, it's okay, let it out, suit yourself. Let yourself have its satisfaction. But after that, remember those pain. Learn from it. And promise yourself not to let that pain again. Don't let anyone hurt you again. Don't let them make you feel that again. Remember all of those times that you've cried. It will make you stronger."

His plan should had better work. "Yes, until you are dead." Kira said in affirmative. "Goodbye then, I hope to see you in my next life," Storm said and raised the knife up with his right hand and slowly aimed it towards his heart area. Hearing such words from Storm prompted Kira to turn around and saw the knife in Storm's right hand which was descending towards his heart. She quickly rushed to his side and stopped his arm, expertly removing the knife from his holding it tightly in her grasp. "What do you think you are doing? Do you really want to di.e?" Kira asked with her heart in her mouth. What if she wasn't quick to collect the knife from Storm? What if she was late? What if he had succe