Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

That breeze carried many scents, and his nose flared as he tried to smell them. “W-What was t-that?” The Omega looked at Nadja with wide, curious eyes. “That was the wind blowing through your hair. Sometimes, the wind is soft and gentle, and other times, we get a larger breeze like that one. Sometimes, the wind can be so strong that it can knock old and weak trees down,” the Elder said, and Roman looked at him in shock. “Don't worry, that kind of wind only happens when it storms. I'll tell you about storms later. Right now, I want to show you the garden,” Nadja said as he pulled the Omega into his arms and teleported them from the field to a large garden.

As I gradually regain consciousness, the gentle caress of the wind brushes against my skin, offering a soothing embrace. Sheltered by a comforting presence, I discern the rhythmic beat of wings above, their steady cadence a reassuring melody in the stillness of the air. With hesitant movements, I blink my eyes open, seeking to acclimate to the gentle sway of flight.

Renee I found myself feeling lighter the next day. Whether it was the sound of the waves or the warmth in the air that had done it, I felt better. The rhythmic crash of the waves filled my ears, steady and calming like a heartbeat that belonged to the sea itself. The salt air was sharp, but not unpleasant, and the breeze was just cool enough to make the warmth of the sun feel like a gentle embrace. I dug my toes into the fine sand, letting it sift between them as I sat on a small dune, far enough from the edge that the rolling tide couldn’t reach me.

I try to stand, pulling myself up the trunk of the rowan, but the wind keeps knocking me off my feet. I need to reach Meena! Yet I can't even find my own footing! Leaves and branches fly through the space, scratching at my skin, tearing my clothes. Meena is inches away, though it might as well have been miles. Terror is in Meena's eyes, and I try again to stand, but as I reach my feet, I'm pulled up into the air, thrown like a rag doll between the battering winds. What is going on? I am like a goddamn feather in a hurricane! Is Meena okay?

~Kiki~ The sky exploded with thunder, unleashing its fury as dawn broke over the horizon. Gusty winds drove dark storm clouds closer to the moon, leaving me feeling drained. The scent of wet soil filled my senses as heavy raindrops hit the dry sand beneath my feet. Something inside me was urging me to go back to bed, but I felt a heavy squeezing sensation in my chest, making it hard to breathe. My feet moved toward the rippling waves as my knees buckled. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks while my vision blurred. I tried to breathe in as much cool air as I could, but I ended up breaking into sobs instead.

*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV* --- The sound of the wind hitting the sail is the only noise that I can hear, and it gives me this gloomy feeling inside. I just don't know what to think right now. I can't think of anything recently. I think my mind is all blank. Trauma? Maybe.

//Chandra Margaret// What kind of feeling is this? I feel like I'm lying in clouds whenever our lips touch. Waitt--- did my worms are now grown up? Why does it feel like my worms is now butterfly? Flying freely on my tummy. My toes feel so weak to the point I have to put my arms around his neck so I won't fall on the ground.

We felt the wind getting stronger. "Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine" We could feel the wind blowing, but it was unlike any wind we'd ever felt before. There's something in the air that I can't put my finger on. All I know is that I am feeling a warm sensation. It has a soothing effect. My body... The air is trembling. I close my eyes and feel the breeze on my face. I can feel the air piercing my spirit. It seemed like the wind was caressing me. When Akisha's song finished, our eyes widened as we realized that all of our wounds had healed entirely. But how exactl

He said icily, "I'll never fall for Ivy. Not in this lifetime." His friends fell into ease with that, saying with a smile, "Alright, alright. She's probably coming around soon. We should go." Once everyone left, Jason slowly walked over to the bed to look at Ivy in her sleep. Her face was pale, her brows a little furrowed. She did not look like she was sleeping well. His finger subconsciously touched her on the face. The moment he touched her, he instantly pulled back as if his fingers were burned. He turned to head to the window. He lit a cigarette and took a huge puff, trying to use nicotine to calm his buzzing mind.

ADY ‘Aah, geez, I have goosebumps...’ I felt a cool breeze on my back and absentmindedly scratched my neck. I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my hair, causing me to quickly turn around in search of what was causing it. The air conditioner sprang to life as soon as we entered the room. It’s interesting to note how impeccably tidy and well-arranged that room is, giving the impression that it belongs to someone with a meticulous personality.