Winx Club Stormy Novels & Stories

The storm which will change our whole lives. Xx___xX

I replied, throwing another snowball near his feet. He seemed unsure. "Please? It’s boys against girls. I’m sure your brothers would like it if you joined them." "They’re not my fucking brothers." He growled. "They can’t help who their mother is, Storm. They’ve been really good. Please?" "Fucking hell. Where are they?" Storm said, and chuckled knowing he would cave. I yelled "Time out! We have another boy coming. Storm is heading your way, Declan and Jace." Ten minutes later, I really fucking regretted inviting Storm to join us. He was a lot more competitive than I realized, and we were losing badly. But he seemed to be enjoying himself with his brothers, which made everything better.

I asked as they handed me, my sexy dress from my closet, the one Blaze had bought for me, They promised not to look as I put it on. "There is an awesome club in the human area of the valley, no one knows us there," Storm said as Rain drove, both were smiling and I noticed that they were dressed all in black, with silk shirts opened halfway down showing their bulging muscles, they both looked so sexy and hot. my black diamond dress matched them. Everyone here will think I am with twins, and pay us no mind. I could hear the music from outside as we walked passed the bouncer, he smiled, he already knew who they were, He winked at me, our secret was safe.

he said proudly, “I teach you how powerful we actually are.” I blinked slowly. “What powers?” “The name Stormy exists for a reason.” A strange pressure suddenly filled the room lightly. Not painful. Outside the windows, wind brushed harder against the palace walls suddenly. My eyes widened slightly. “We can create storms,” Stormy continued casually. “Control atmosphere. Influence wolves. Suppress weaker instincts. Manipulate pressure.” Excuse me? “And before you panic,” he added quickly, “no you cannot accidentally destroy the kingdom yet.” “Yet?” “You focus on the wrong parts constantly.”

Majority are just standing there staring at the two dead guys, and wondering what the fuck happened. Wisp rushes over to me, her hazel eyes glassy, lips thinned. Her short denim skirt barely covers her pussy. The busty leather thing she has covering her tits is no better. Storm and Texas are going to turn her hide. We might be an all sexist club but the guys who have claimed one of our own, whether temporarily or permanent take their commitments very fucking seriously. And there's no doubt that Texas isn't going to let her slide this one out with a few fucks. We don't mind the girls dressing in skimpy shit around the Clubhouse. In public we mind, we’re territorial motherfuckers and have kill

Daxon clenched his jaw tightly feeling Storm being rebellious again. He moved his gaze out of the window staring at moon blankly this time. He will not able to make Hazel his in his own wicked ways if Storm keep protecting her like this. He wants to hurt and destroy her just because she is Alexander's mate and she is so beautiful to resist so he wants her for himself.

“Now, let the wolf come. I know she is feeling lonely…” I chuckled as I clung to him, moving my body against him. “You are a greedy bitch, Elyn,” Nix said with a huff. Storm chuckled. “Oh, Luna, you want me?” “I do, but Nix will kill me. Maybe later.” I winked at Storm as he ran a finger along my p*ssy. I moaned before I let Nix overtake me. “Now, Storm, show me… show me everything.” “With pleasure.”

“Well, holy shit. What did that bastard say for himself?” This time, while telling the story, I used far more curse words than I had used with Kael. By the time I finished explaining everything, Stormy sounded ready to kill someone. “That bitch,” she hissed. “If I see Selene, I’m going to beat the shit out of her, I swear to God.” A loud laugh burst out of me, so hard that I struggled to catch my breath. It really was not that funny, but Stormy’s intense anger mixed with all the stress I was carrying made me break into uncontrollable laughter.

I pounded my fists against his chest, which only tore the wound on my right hand open. Blood bloomed across his white wedding suit like desperate, ruined flowers. "Let me go!" I screamed. "You're insane, Barrett!" He ignored my screams, stumbling through the storm toward the speedboat. Logan roared behind us, but Barrett's guards blocked him. The boat bounced violently over the waves. I lay against Barrett's chest, feeling it rise and fall. He looked down at the wound on my hand, his fingertips brushing it with careful tenderness. But that tenderness felt like needles piercing my heart.