Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

Lilith sat cross-legged on her bed, engrossed in the pages of a captivating book. Her face was buried within its depths as she lost herself in the world of words. The room was quiet, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional sound of her breath. Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled through the room, causing the curtains to billow and dance. Lith looked up, her eyes widening in surprise, as the window that had always been locked swung open with a creak. The wind seemed to beckon her, inviting her to embrace the unknown that lay beyond.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Thursday arrived with wind. Not the gentle suggestion of movement that had threaded through the past week but real wind — the kind that came off the ridge with intention, bending the pine tops and moving through the pack lands with a low continuous sound like something breathing. She woke to it at five-thirty and lay still for a moment listening, feeling it move through the territory the way she could now feel everything move through the territory: as information.

It was made for things older than them. Inferno is quiet again. Not brooding, just listening intently. The wind here does not blow, it hisses. It makes me feel like it carries secrets in its wake. Not only secrets, but it also seems to carry heat that claws at my back and salt that sticks to my skin. And still, I walk deeper into it. Toward the Lunacrown Thistle.

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.

Only forward. Only into the storm.

Thinking about what had happened to the previous partner, Gabriel offered a silent moment of sympathy for this business partner who had presented Jason with the tickets to the Twilight Dance Company's performance. Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally preparing for Jason to throw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, not only did Jason pick up the ticket, but he even looked at it in detail. Although the ticket was quite huge, the design was extremely minimal. Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs.

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

I heard it slice through the wind and then pierce the wood of the wheel, just below my right armpit. Carter heaved a sigh of relief when Ayame stopped the wheel and saw his dagger was mere millimetres away from cutting my skin. Next, Ayame called for Miguel and spun the wheel again. There was no hesitation at all; the dagger slipped through the air like a hot knife in a block of butter and landed inches from my right cheek. The wheel stopped, but Miguel, confident in his aim, was already walking away with his blank face.

My heart jolted upon seeing her—it was no wonder Ray had an affair with her. "I'm not sure what to order. Could you recommend something to me?" I asked her. I watched as the girl skillfully made something and added ice to it. Then, she handed me the drink and said, "I hope you enjoy it." I found a seat by the window before cautiously sipping the coffee. It was too sweet—the saccharine flavor overwhelmed my taste buds.