Surviving The Storm Novels & Stories

AMBROSE I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm right now. The strong gushing winds and the heavy downpour of joy, sadness, confusion and rage were all burning at a strong signal number five inside of me. I’m not sure if I can handle all of this but I will. I have to.

I know who I belong with… just circumstances KILLER: O Hayley… HAILSTORM: I’m completely fine guys! Like honestly, it’s better this way. You guys know me, I’m resilient. He hardly pops into my brain anymore LACE: Sorry I brought it up, wasn’t thinking HAILSTORM: Lace, please don’t be sorry. It was a good question. I can at least go on a date with someone. There is this guy at work who will NOT leave me alone KILLER: You don’t have to if you don’t want to

Hailstorm’s POV Once I’ve recovered from my overdramatic episode, we were off – just grabbing three jackets and sneakers from the bags. Along the way, Lacy had ripped off some branches from the trees and well, they were our only defence. Please, goodness gracious – let us just make it to the damn road or to the cabin. Kira grabbed my hand, pulling me forward.

Narrow escape or not, this was no longer just about love or betrayal. It was about survival. And the storm was far from over.

*Survive. With a groan that was half sob, Leo pushed himself up. He leaned against a thick, dripping tree trunk, shivering violently. He was lost. Utterly, hopelessly lost. The storm had erased any sense of direction. The trees crowded in, indistinguishable black shapes in the near-total darkness. The only light was the occasional, terrifying flash of distant lightning, illuminating the chaotic, rain-lashed forest for a split second before plunging it back into deeper blackness. Thunder rumbled, a menacing growl overhead.

As she vanished into the night, her last words echoed in his ears: “You should never let yourself be a prisoner of blood.” And in that moment, Kaiden realized… Stormsurge had lost two women. And the world he knew was far more dangerous than he’d ever imagined.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me." Before I could even process what he meant, a firm lift under my knees sent me into his arms. The move instantly drew gasps and cheers from the guests. Amid the applause and floating petals, Melvin carried me straight to the center of the hall. I was still reeling from shock when I felt a steady hand supporting my forearm. Melvin whispered, "You can lean on me. If it really hurts, tell me. We can pause the ceremony for a moment. Your safety comes first."

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.

"Tell me something that helps." "If we sink at least we go together." I was aiming for comforting but her glare said I'd missed. "And drowning is supposedly peaceful once you stop fighting it." "You're terrible at this." But she was smiling slightly. "Try again with less death." "We're three days from land and storms don't last forever." I tried again. "And even if this one does we're already survived worse than some rough weather." "Better." She was breathing carefully. "Keep going." "We survived your father's exile and my father's hunting and a war in the catacombs." I was listing it out. "We survived gunshots and explosions and me nearly dying three separate times, so a storm is nothing."