Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

As the tip touched my weakly beating heart, I felt the wind wrap around my wrist, pulling it back. "I will end my life! You won't control me!" I shouted with determination, pushing the knife deeper and struggling against the wind. "You're a weak Alpha, one ruled by a pathetic woman," Dietus spat out at me. “When she betrays you, you’ll come crawling back to me, and we will have our revenge on all of them." Dietus roared, and the wind pulled my wrist entirely back, the silver knife burning as it left my chest. I fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Despite feeling closer to death than before, a smile adorned my face in victory. I won't let him win. I closed my eyes, praying I could find th

Just like in the living room, everything of mine was gone. For a moment, it felt like I had ceased to exist. His hands shook, and he breathed heavily as he opened our chat history on his phone. Then, he remembered that he had muted me. I had only sent him two messages. [I’m breaking up with you. [I hate betrayal and lies.] When he saw them, he collapsed and leaned against the bed. He typed out and deleted his replies a few times before he sent me the final version. [We can talk about this.]

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...

I stripped myself and opened the window blinds a little, just enough to let the warm summer breezes blow through. "Oh, yes, lover," I purred, deep in my throat. I snuggled up next to him, lightly tracing patterns in his chest hair. He lay in bed stiffly, seeming to vibrate at some frequency beyond hearing. "It's just, just, so -- " he muttered, tossing his head. "Be silent," I whispered. "I am the Witch of the Wind, and I have lured you to my bed." He chuckled. "'Witch of the Wind,' eh?"

" She reached out to grab my sleeve. Her hands were covered in frostbite and cracks. I stepped back, avoiding her touch. "Sienna, you're mistaken about one thing." I looked straight into her eyes. "I loved the woman who had dreams and integrity, not this shameless, blame-shifting person you've become." With a loud bang, I slammed the door shut in her face. Outside, I could hear her suppressed sobs and the sound of her slapping herself. Leaning against the door, I let out a long breath. … One year later, I received the annual music report from the music app again.

“Do you feel that connection between us? I stood feeling myself grow pale only able to shake my head. “Windtouched are different from others we are surrounded by our element, we feed off it and so our power can sometimes cross. If you don’t learn to control it-” he stopped talking and suddenly he was right against me, backing me up against the wall. “Do you want to have feelings for me?” “I don’t.” narrowing my eyes I glared up at him. “Back off or I’ll-”

An even stronger blast of freezing air billowed out, and after the thick frost cleared, she finally had a clear look at the horrific scene inside. A distorted, manic scream tore from the depths of her throat. "Ah!" Floating in the air, I quietly sighed. "You finally found me, Mom. But what a shame that it's too late."

My vision turned dark, and blood gushed out of my nose. Tom leaned forward. "The internet has been disconnected, and the signal has been jammed. What made you think you could play this game with me?"

Brandon suddenly opened the door at the same moment. He smashed a wine glass onto the floor. The glass shards cut my cheek, and blood immediately oozed out. “Aspen, you’re finally going to marry me. Aren’t you happy now?” he glared at me as he said coldly. “Don’t worry, even if we get married, I will not touch you. That seven-year relationship was nothing but a joke!” My knuckles turned white. I slowly removed the glass shards from my face.

Christian acted as if I no longer existed for the next three days. I was simmering chicken soup in the kitchen when he suddenly walked in with Vicky in his arms. Several nannies and bodyguards followed behind them. One of them was even carrying a cat carrier. Christian said, "Rose is about to give birth. Vicky can't stand the smell of blood, so we're bringing Rose over so that she can deliver in peace." I looked up at him. "Our daughters are allergic to cat fur, Christian. If the cat moves in, where are our daughters supposed to live?"