The Perfect Storm Novels & Stories

I start speaking and walk back to sit on my chair while wiping the blood from face by my t-shirt and licking some of it from my lips. “His name is Matthew and others call him Matt or leader. They all reside on the unoccupied land near the human civilization.” Tyler answers while his body remains stiff and backed up to the wall. “Relax Tyler, I’m not gonna eat you. Opps, sorry, wrong words. Well let’s continue, shall we? Why did you want Sara? The whole pack knows Sara has denied having another mate after Samson.” I remind him while my thoughts ran wild.

I could feel the current shifting, I could see the dandelions pushing cracks no one planned for. Carl built a machine. But we? we were becoming a storm. And I was this close to getting my very own perfect revenge.

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."

I had just moved here from Oregon with my brothers and gotten a job here to try and work my way up to the top. Maybe if I worked hard enough, one day I would be worthy to ask her out. After work, I headed home where I found Stefan having a threesome in the living room. He was drinking from one woman and had another riding him. I ignored them and went to the kitchen where I found Hector drinking a glass of blood. “How was your first day?” He asked. “It was fine.” I told him. “You’re not telling me something.” He pointed out. I sighed and sat down, “I ran into a woman today who is completely out of my league but the most stunning woman I had ever met.”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

The sky was a perfect, cloudless, clear blue. Victor and Dynasty sat and listened to the sound of the waves crashing just over the banks. The only other sound was an occasional vehicle passing by here and there. It was truly a quiet little spot on the outskirts of Miami—a perfect hideaway that would offer the two of them the freedom to just be normal lovers.

Damian lunged forward and grabbed my arm just as I turned to leave. I had thrown that ring with all my strength, so there was now a gash on his forehead, causing blood to stream down past his eyebrow. He didn't try to wipe it away. Instead, he just gripped my arm more tightly and yelled, "Elise, you can't leave! This is my wedding day. What am I supposed to do if you walk out on me? What man doesn't look at other women? Men used to have wives and mistresses all the time.

“You, of all people, know that nuts are a no-go. I cannot believe……” “Tim, relax,” Dylan said as he walked up to him, and placed both hands on his shoulders. “I only ordered a Polvoron- without the nuts of course. What happened was only a mistake. The server must’ve mixed up my order or something.” Dylan tried to downplay the situation but Tim was not having any of it. Tim scoffed, “Yeah, right. A mistake that almost cost you your life.” “But it didn’t right?” Dylan chuckled. “I’m here, right in front of you, very much alive and well.”

"That chubby kid thinks he's all that just because he comes from a rich family. He doesn't know yet that the male lead is actually Wesley Hunter, the wealthiest and most influential person in all of Centrae! "And when he finds out that the female lead, Hilary Jameson, and her daughter, Sandy Hunter, got bullied like this, he is going to bankrupt the Sterlings!" I cocked my eyebrow when I read the comments, silently taking note of the information given. When I arrived at Theo's preschool, I saw him standing in the corner, silent, his head down. A beautiful young woman was carrying a little girl in her arms, not too far away, comforting her quietly. She had to be Hilary, the main female lead t