Storm stood up from her seat, too unsettled to remain sitting down. Her father had tried to divorce Jess? The hate that had sprouted within, down, went down some more inches. Her father. His actions had been pioneered by Jess. Jess was the perpetrator. Jess killed her mother; her father had just been a tool. Jess had also killed her father. Jess would pay. Storm vowed that she would make the woman pay. She wasn’t sure how, but she would do that. The first step was ensuring that the slut’s bounty becomes null and void. Storm determined that she would never be found by her step mother. She would make sure that the master finds out that they were incompetent. Who knows? He might kill the witch off. The next step will come up from there. What would that be?She closed the thought. When she reaches that bridge, she will cross it. The main thing now was finding how to remain uncaught by the bounty hunters. She strolled to the window opposite her, and stood by the pane, watching the cl

“Why did you stop?” Kaden asked, when he couldn't take the stare anymore. Storm shrugged. “Nothing much. You seem uninterested in whatever I am saying, like your mind is elsewhere.” She stood up from her seat, and dusted her skirt. “I had thought that it would be the best idea to come here, and talk, and perhaps get help or solutions to some of the strange problems I’m having, but obviously I am wasting my time. I am sorry for wasting your time, Mr Kaden.” Kaden balked at that term used to address him, while taking note of her eyes which were getting wet. “But I will be off now. It won’t happen again.” Storm recited, then turned on her heels, about to leave, when suddenly she felt something , or rather someone grab her from behind. ‘How had Kaden gotten up here so fast?’ was her thought as she turned around and stared at him. “Calm down, woman. I have never heard any more tale more interesting than what you're telling me. That I am trying to digest them, and possibly making an

“So, here is your place.” Kaden stated, ponting at the two bedroom fine-ish bungalow that looked like the white house, because of its structure and its beauty. Storm already knew that she was in love with it. She couldn’t wait to see the inside. The transition might not be that hard. She concluded, her heart beating in excitement as Kaden turned the knob and opened the door. The people were friendly; they each had a smile on their lips, as she greeted them, whilst they bowed to Kaden. Kaden must be to them some kind of god. The respect he garnered was too much. Had he perhaps saved them from some cruelty. She looked at his back, her eyes drawn to his finely shaped butt, and shrugged her shoulders. She wouldn’t be surprised. Hadn’t he taken care of her? She would be loyal to him at this point. “Here is the sitting room.” Kaden muttered, looking at Storm skeptically, waiting to see any form of discomfort in her face, so that he would whisk her out of here. But this was the most bea

“So, when would I be moving in?” Storm asks, striving for the most part as they have traversed the entirety of the clan, to get rid of the feeling with smallness which Kaden’s rebuke had donned on her. She was more than that. She was not small. Her face was straight, with chin up, as she gazed into the blueness of Kaden’s eyes, her resolve not weakening, her stance not shaking, even when he took a few steps in her direction. They were back to his office, and the last thing on Storm’s mind was to remain there. She needed to go back home, even if for some hours, to regroup her thoughts, and organize her priorities. This would be a good time to start a diary even. She needed to document the crazy thoughts busting in her head, and the crazy happenings that had accentuated her days since she met Kaden. Yes, that was when all this fate-ish stuff had been put into roll. It was like he had been the pollination agent. “In a few hours time. You can go home and just pack up. Lent will come a

“Thanks for the ride.” Storm appreciated starkly as Jutul came to stop by the house that would be left alone to Lucy and Justin, now that she would be joining Kaden’s family. Jutul nodded. This was the first day of his job, and he already felt that he may not be liked. So much for thinking that he would be the one that would cast away her advances. It seems he would not be having a chance even if he wanted the beautiful one. “Do you want me to stay..” “Not at all.” Storm answered, opening the door, and stepping down from the car. Not looking back at the car for once, she stalked to the door and knocked, her foot tapping on the floor as she waited for either Lucy or Justin to open the door. Yet she was aware that the car hadn’t moved. Hadn’t the guy gotten the memo that he could go, and not wait? She would spend a lot of time with her friends, and might even stretch it to tomorrow or next. Would he wait till then? She shook her head. So this is what having a body guard looked li