Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

SILAS The hot, sour burn of cheap whiskey rasped up my throat as I stared down at her. The rain was falling heavier now, slapping hard against the rusted dumpster and turning her dark hair into slick, wet threads against her bare shoulders. I didn't let her finish her step backward.

I started staring at it when a strong gust of wind blew dust into my eyes and I had to close them. “Oh shit!” I turned my head the other way to shield myself from the dust. I shook my head to clear my eye and looked back when the wind passed but he was gone. “He’s gone…” I looked all around and didn’t find him. Where did the wind come from? How does he disappear like that? And shit, I hope I don’t cause anyone trouble. I ended up spilling the beans to him…

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.

We walked through the Dirt in a silence that wasn’t quite silence. The wind moved around us softly, like a breath on the back of the neck—gentle, deliberate, wrong. Fine particles of dust drifted down from the sky in lazy spirals, clinging to my eyebrows, the creases of my coat, the corners of my mouth. It settled with intention, as if it had a memory of me.

Even if they were here, they’d only get in the way. The screeching changed. It took on a note of menace, of hunger, and turned into a howl. I was caught in the middle of a vortex as the wind whipped around and around, cutting into me like the air was full of knives. Having someone here to get in the way seemed a much more attractive proposition. There was an explosion and light streamed into the chamber, blindingly bright. The roar of the wind faded, but a cloud of black dust gathered in front of me. A red glow throbbed at its centre.

I hadn't known the difference between a friend and a lover—until I met Ray. However, Dad had been firm. He had people force me into my wedding dress and then shoved me into a car with Edward. I texted Ray soon after, asking if he had the guts to steal me away. He gave me a clear answer by hijacking the car I was in when it was halfway to its destination. Edward grasped my hand after I took off my veil and was about to run away with Ray. Back then, he had said, "I wish you happiness, my dear friend."

I ranted in my head when I caught Windle's smirk, looking at me annoyed. "I'm glad you are fine baby! I am already fine as long as you are fine." He voiced sweetly and lovingly. I feel goosebumps on my body, shivering. Windle once again smirked. I showed him a dirty finger before walking out of Dwight's room. I can't stay here any longer. My patience is almost at the edge hearing them so sweet and whatever. I still continued ranting while going to Cali's room. I heard Windle chuckling but I couldn't punch him as Alison was covering him now. He is lucky now! He found a perfect beautiful sister.

As I turned around, I immediately jumped back upon seeing a man standing there, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at me. "Who are you and why are you in this place?" “Call me delicious, but my name is Dusty. By the time you're finished giving me a blowjob, I assure you that you'll declare my taste to be delightful.” “Don't even think about getting close to me, you'll regret it, asshole.”

The wind howled through the pier, sending ripples across the dark water. Adrian exhaled, the tip of his cigarette glowing red in the night. His fingers curled around the stick, tightening as his mind wandered back to her…Nirvana. He despised the way she carried herself now, all confidence and defiance, no longer the naive little doll he had once manipulated so easily. It was infuriating.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right