Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ten seconds before the bomb detonated, I decisively clipped the blue wire, saving hundreds of lives inside the high-rise building. At the celebration dinner, Robert Vance—our bomb squad captain—handed the top honor to the new rookie, Vivian Reed. “Let the new girl have it. You don’t want people to say I favor you, do you?” Throughout our five years of secret dating, he had used this same excuse repeatedly to shut me up before I could even complain. Every life-threatening mission fell entirely on my shoulders. Yet every honor and public commendation was without fail handed to someone else. Clutching my bleeding side, I retreated to a corner. From afar, I watched Vivian accept the vibrant bouq

He felt that he was being blown away by the wind, and an explosion took place near him, throwing him near the wall. He bumped it, but he composed himself quick. He stood and wiped himself. He has to win this fight at every rate. He was blown away by the wind for the second time, and he remembered that his parents' remains were present within the wind. He had gotten mad and thought that his enemy was using his parents' remains to defeat him, so must defeat him here and now instead. Shouting for victory, the two of them, Moon and Doll that were in two different rooms and evaluations, charged towards their remaining classmate with unease. It sent their enemies towards the wall, being unable to

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.

Dawn shifted as soon as she finished and punched Dustine’s arm, he just let out a chuckle. “You’re tricky!” she spat and punched his arms again. “Well, where’s my price? I’m the winner here, mate. You lose.” A devilish smile flashes through his lips. She whimpered, hit him on the stomach and was ready to go but Dustine caught her arms pulling her closer to him. Their eyes met, both full of adoration, hearts were calling for each other’s name and it seemed like the nature surrounding them felt their feelings towards each other. The fireflies are flying around and trees swaying making a soothing sound.

At that moment, though, he was exhausted. The contents in the thumb drive made him realize that everything felt like it was crushing down. His beautiful childhood sweetheart, Josie Law, was not the person she seemed to be. His wife, whom he thought would wait for him forever, had left him just like that. She even left him things that were enough to destroy him once and for all. There was one last file he had yet to open. Inside were just four words. [Don't look for me.] Xander knew what she meant. If he went looking for her, she would expose those lethal materials to the world.

A marriage without choice. A life built on obligation. Love suffocated by control. I walked out before he could say another word. The hallway felt longer than usual. Every step echoing. I drove straight to Damien’s bar. The only place that didn’t feel like a cage. Neon lights. Low music. The kind of environment where problems blurred at the edges. I found Damien in his private suite. “Hey,” I said as I entered. He looked up. “You look like hell.” I sank into a chair"

Thunder rolled across the sky as the wind ripped at them, but neither of them seemed to see or hear anything but each other. They just took a step closer to each other, kind of squishing Zephyra in the middle. Sandwiched between two hot guys may sound like any girl’s dream, but she was about to get crushed. Zephyra was about to end up as nymph dust when someone grabbed the back of her jacket and pulled her from between them.

The winds starts to blow things up, I feel sand biting my already bruised skin, I hear the rustling of dried leaves being tossed in the strong wind. The intensity of kicks and stings reduce, the grunts turn into winces of pain and the howling wind intensifies. "Arg! The sand is in my eyes! I've got sand in my eyes." "Me too! My eyes burn!" "It's the slave girl, she has put a curse upon us!"

Daniel The wind hits the window. A furious gust that shakes the glass, like a warning. But there’s no turning back. Sofia is gone. She left me, and now I find myself alone in this cold room, with the bitter taste of silence in my mouth. The world around me seems to move on, without a care for what’s happening here, inside these walls. Inside my head.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau