Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

The one person who gave everything she had to help me. I stared back down at the diary and decided to go flip on. But the wind beat me to it. The pages flapped and soon something flew out of the book taking my attention with it. I rose from my feet in a hurry to catch up with the paper, I saw that it was what fell off and was being taken away by the wind.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

Taehyung’s POV The wind shifted. It came down from the northern peaks, cold and clean, cutting through the lingering smoke as if the land itself were drawing a deeper breath. Ash lifted, scattered, thinned. The sky widened overhead—vast, indifferent, and yet bearing witness. Change had a sound. Not thunder. Not cheers. It was quieter than that. It was the scrape of boots against stone as patrols rotated. The murmur of wolves speaking openly without checking who listened. The steady rhythm of work done without fear of reprisal.

he said in a mocking, disdainful tone. I lowered my head and picked up the scarf. That night, Sean suddenly grabbed it from the couch and hurried out in his wheelchair. I thought that he had just lied about not liking it. Worried that he might catch a cold, I quietly followed him. However, I saw him give the scarf to Josie, who was waiting outside. “Josie, this scarf is for you. You don’t need to buy clothes for the stray dogs anymore. Wendy’s scarf is warm. You can lay it on their bed.”

The wind rose at her back as she walked, not pushing, not shoving, just… accompanying. Carrying, somewhere ahead of her, the faint, quiet scent of storm and moon and a runt who had finally turned around.

The soles of my shoes feel tacky, clinging to the pavement as I walk toward the spire, and I don’t look down, but I know it’s congealing blood I’m walking through. I pass graffiti-stricken brick and a mosaic of mirror fragments stuck in a cement wall. My face fractures, kaleidoscopic, eyes too far apart. The hooves are getting closer. The scraping of steel on brick sings to me. A gentle wind rises, sending scraps of paper and trash scudding past my legs. It carries a voice: Khye-rang go tshen-la ga-re zhu-gi yö? With the wind comes fog and the tang of the river, a faint odor of burning hair, and I know that I have dreamed this dream before. Did the beast catch me last time? Have I seen its s

His anxiousness only soared once Ms Vento cleared her throat and folded her arms on the table. "It's about Amaya." She simply spoke, closing her eyes and sighing loudly. Ash leaned back further on the seat and hummed, encouraging the latter to continue. "I know it's none of your business, but I didn't know who else to turn to for help." She quickly explained before hanging her head in defeat. Ash scratched the back of his neck before sighing softly to himself and leaning forward, resting his hands on the table.

The wind had teeth. It cut through the silence like a whisper too close to the ear, sharp and cold enough to raise goosebumps. The trees swayed in slow, reluctant movements, their branches hissing softly against one another like a warning. The sky above was a bruised kind of black, thick cloud rolling in from the east, swallowing the moonlight little by little.

Clutching her phone, she felt a wave of numbness wash over her. Behind her, the door chimed, and footsteps grew louder as they neared. Suddenly, her phone was plucked from her grasp by the man behind her and tossed aside with an indifferent flick of his wrist. He gripped her wrist tightly, pinning her against the window. She looked down, his warm breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine. "Been waiting long, my dear?" he murmured.

In the heavy silence, Philip gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter. Finally, he seemed to give in and nodded. "We'll go tomorrow, okay?" His tone was colder than usual. "Tomorrow, I'll go with you to pick a new one. We'll make sure you like it." He didn't speak after that, and the car fell into complete silence. But the car sped up. When we turned a corner, we nearly scraped past another vehicle. I was exhausted too. I leaned back in the seat, not wanting to say a word.