Amber Storm の小説・ストーリー

She's a smooth talker probably that's why she gets away with everything. Now, where is than annoying rainbow. **** Rain's POV "I so f*cking hate her!" I stomped my foot on the ground. I went outside of the hotel to have some fresh air, but turns out to be polluted air. "You hate who?" A familiar voice said. I turned around to see who is it and caught Damien, or should I say the creepy guy in behind the trashcan can? "No one." I said and avoid gaze at him. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside, Rain?"

She asked him to drive directly to the motel. "She said she would be waiting. Maybe she has some answers." "Let's hope." He said as he opened his car. "I can open the damn door." She said moodily and he laughed. "I know. But I want to." The road curving towards the motel was crowded with trees on the either side and on this particular day, the trees were madly dancing. Storm swirled around, carrying sand particles and debris. Only there. “What the heck? A sandstorm? Out of no damn where!” Art hissed as he swirled blindly through the growing sand.

Angelina said to Cath and start eating. "Nothing will happen to you". Mrs. Angelina assured her. Soon, they were done eating and Mrs. Angelina ignited the car and drove home. It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, the wind is simmering. As the wind came, the soy-sized raindrops slid down like a sharp needle. The rainstorm was so sudden and fierce. It was just a bright sun, and it was dark clouds in a moment. The sweltering air was so irresistible. The eve of the storm was always calm and horrible. Indeed, it was not heard before the heavy rain. Finally, the rainstorm broke out in silence. It is not as gentle as the spring rain, nor as lingering as the autumn rain, and does not want the hu

"Remi, you'd curse our own child for the sake of Ella's baby? "You have no idea what kind of person she is! She threw her baby from a height to frame me. What's throwing a medal compared to that?" "Enough! Shut up!" Remi raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. The blow caught her off guard. She lost her balance and fell into the pond. The moment her body hit the water, the moment the water rose over her ears and nose, Ariel thought she was going to die. Remi didn't move. His voice was cold and hard. "Stop pretending, Ariel. You can swim. Since you threw the medal in, you can dive down and get it."

she asked with a smile. “Never better.” He said as he kissed her gently. “now let’s get home so we can move on to the next stage.” “I think that is the plan.” Deanna said as she looked at him, “Whatever comes next is going to be fine as we move on.” “The next part is the main part of the storm. We are just close to the eye wall.” Max said as he shut the door to the van and walked around. As he did Deanna thought to herself, they will just have to break the eye wall themselves.

“Please don't be rash, Boss. Look! It's a blizzard." Receiving such a warning, Adam's smile faded. In an instant, his brows furrowed fiercely. "You're blocking me from seeing Amber?" "Not blocking, but ensuring that you are still alive when you arrive in front of her. This is no ordinary storm, Boss. Look! The wind was blowing harder. Your car won't run. You could freeze to death if you get caught in the middle of the road.” Adam looked out the window. The storm was brewing. Little by little, his furious heartbeat subsided. Reluctantly, he opened his fist again.

Jaime ‘SMASH!’ ‘BANG!’ “Ana?!” Where the fuck is she? She knows better than to leave the apartment. I have warned her time and time again. Maybe the beating I gave her last night wasn’t hard enough. Just can’t kill the bitch yet, not until after the wedding. I continued to search for her, slamming doors as I went through it like a tornado in a trailer park. I shouted for her to make herself known to me. I tried calling her phone, but it went directly to voicemail. “Fucking ungrateful bitch. After everything I have done for her, she goes and takes what belongs to me,” I growled. That money will be mine. I just need her to go through with the wedding, which should be taking place in 3 days. I

They could've passed as newlyweds. She captioned it, "Enjoying a paid holiday with my boss. Don't disturb me unless necessary." Tamara's thumb hovered over the post, and she ended up liking it by accident. Less than 3 seconds later, her phone buzzed. It was Braxton. "The weather forecast says there'll be a storm tonight. Close the doors and the windows. Don't be afraid if it thunders," said Braxton. Tamara could hear the sound of waves through the phone.

She was nothing like Claire in that regards. Amber hated his gut and he should stay away from her but sitting here with her head on his shoulder and her breath warm against his neck, Jeff couldn't remember any of the reasons he was supposed to stay away from her. He pulled his hand back and forced himself to look out the window at the clouds. The pilot's voice came over the intercom. "Folks, we're getting reports of a significant storm system moving into the mountain region. We're going to try to stay ahead of it but conditions may be rough when we land."

Like even fear had to lower its voice under summer-blue sky. I sat at the small table near the grill with a drink sweating in my hand, something Liberty had mixed with the confidence of a woman who believed citrus could fix trauma. Condensation cooled my palm, but my pulse stayed warm and restless. Dawson stood at the BBQ. Apron on. Tongs in hand. Storm grey eyes narrowed in concentration as if he were defusing something delicate instead of turning burgers. And for a moment, just a moment, he looked like a normal man.