Wither Storm Novels & Stories

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

No matter how much Ella provoked her, Ariel ignored her and kept knitting. When Ariel didn't respond, Ella lost her temper. She snatched the sweater from Ariel's hands and threw it into the pond. "Are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking to you?" Ariel finally snapped. She looked at the sweater floating on the water. "Get in there and pick it up for me." "I won't. What are you going to do about it?" "You won't? Then don't blame me for what happens next."

He cried out desperately, "Anna, please, I'm begging you. Don't leave me! We were supposed to get married today. We were so close! Why did it turn out like this?" He slammed his fists against the floor like a madman, crying as if his heart were breaking apart. I felt nothing, not even sparing him another glance. I slipped my arm through Ethan's and walked away without turning back.

The car screeched to a halt at the harbor. Barrett leaped onto a private speedboat, taking the wheel as he slammed the throttle into the roaring storm. Waves violently battered the hull, threatening to capsize the small vessel, but he didn't flinch. Only one thought burned through his panic. "Octavia, hold on. I'm coming." I woke up to a bone-chilling cold. The tide kept shoving my body onto the rocky shore, only to drag me right back out into the freezing water.

When the rainy season came around again, Corinne returned to Wyndmere alone. She wore the dress Emric had always liked, and she walked the cobblestone streets they had once planned to walk together. She watched the canal boats drift under the arched bridges. She watched the couples passing by on every side. Tears slid down her face without a sound. She found a café by the water and ordered a pot of the tea Emric used to drink, then sat by the window and watched the rain fall over the canal. She spoke softly to no one in particular.

On college decision day, everyone at Westcreek High was talking about valedictorian Shawn Jamison. The hopeless romantic had turned down Velmont University for a less prestigious college that offered a huge scholarship! The school administrators were so furious that they immediately tore down the poster celebrating Shawn as the school's top student. Shawn didn't care. He was busy working part-time at a local club, hauling cases of beer. Once he finished his shift that night, his wages and scholarship money would be enough to cover college tuition for him and his girlfriend, Jenna Sharp. A moment later, several familiar voices came from behind him. They sounded like Jenna's closest friend

At our final dinner before my graduation, my brother, Ethan Sawyer, suddenly gets a rainstorm alert on his phone. It isn't for our city. It's for Lindale, two hundred miles away. The next second, my childhood friend, Yohan Harrison, and my boyfriend, Connor Langley, receive the same alert. All three of them look down at their screens at the exact same time. Ethan is the first to text Willow Quinn. "Bring your umbrella." Yohan immediately checks whether the high-speed train is delayed. Connor has already opened his ride-hailing app. He plans to go pick Willow up because she's getting off work late. That's when I notice something. Lindale is the second city saved in all three of their

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

The weather will continue to change with this widening of her domain along with her growing power and the presence of the Stormbringers. Cory was lost so deeply within her own thoughts that she did not notice her friends stiffen as a light drizzle began to fall. The droplets were cold as ice but thankfully they were not actually frozen. There was no weather Cory hated so much as hail. They must be near! She announced. Can’t you see him? Weaving his way through the trees?! Cried Sprout.

She explained about the syllabus and about the previous lessons. Mrs.Smith explained, "So we have already completed our last chapter. Today we are going to start a new poem named, 'After the Storm' by William Wordsworth." Then looking at Daisy, Mrs. Smith ordered, " Daisy Miller, will you read the poem loudly so that rest of the class can hear?" Daisy replied obediently, "Yes, Mrs. Smith." Then she started reciting the poem, standing in her place, in her silvery voice. The poem sounded like a melodious song in her sweet voice.