Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

Author's POV Once the nurse's tears dropped down on Sera's forehead, everything changed. A strong wind blew into the warehouse, sudden, violent, and completely unnatural. It crashed against the walls like an unseen force unleashed as the tightly locked windows snapped open with a deafening bang, slamming so hard against their hinges that it felt like they might rip out completely. Dust and debris swirled wildly in the air while the wind howled like a living thing, whipping Elara’s hair across her face and blinding her for a second before everything changed in an instant.

DREAM OFF ** Startled by the howling wind that breaches the open doors, I jolt awake. The room is bathed in an eerie glow from the moonlit night. Anxiety courses through me as I sit up, searching for Liam in the shadows. To my dismay, his side of the bed is empty... The wind whispers through the room, and the billowing curtains add a surreal touch to the silence. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest as I rise, shivering, to close the windows. The night air is chill, but the coldness seeping into my bones is more than the absence of warmth.

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

Ryan's POV I couldn't hold back anymore and silenced Delilah with a kiss. At that moment, my mind went completely blank. I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew the person beneath me was Delilah. She looked at me shyly, doing her best to match my rhythm. Still, she pleaded softly, "Can you… be a little gentler? It hurts a little." Her voice was so soft and sweet that I could feel it in my bones, making me fall completely for her.

At this point, I seriously suspected she had developed some kind of delusional disorder and created an entire romance plotline inside her own head. "Zion was fired because he was a nuisance, not because I was jealous. We already broke up. Stop flattering yourself," I pointed out. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Tsk! Fine, you can say whatever you want, but we've been together for seven years. You can play hard to get all you want, but don't cross the line. You'll be in for a hard time if you want to earn my forgiveness in the future!" After that, she turned her head proudly and left.

"Tell him I'll always love him." Tears blurred my vision as I ran, Aldo's cries soaking my bloodied shirt. Outside, the snow fell in heavy sheets, muffling the world. A dull thud and Hannah's agonized scream chased me into the night. ... Hannah's last words echoed in my mind, and I burst into tears.

"So the hussy won?!" "That groom's such a scumbag, aborting his own kid over some witch! Poor bride…" "I agree. That despicable witch had better not show her face, or I will beat her up myself! Homewreckers deserve to burn in hell!" Martin's fingers trembled as he swiped through everything, the comments cutting his heart like blades. But as if masochistic, he kept reading through everything, as if he could experience the same pain Stacy felt when that exclusive made headlines.

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

"Janice is allergic to nuts." Only after someone reminded him did Simon show a flicker of panic. He quickly flipped through the menu. "Oh, then we'll change it. We'll..." "It's fine," I cut him off as I stood up. How laughable. Seven years wasn't enough for him to learn what my tastes were like. Even someone had to remind him about the things I was allergic to and could not eat. I looked at Danielle apologetically and said softly, "I'm sorry, Danielle. I won't stay for dinner. Simon and I have already broken up."

"She's got a point, you know. You're very easy on the eyes." "Cassian," Dustan said, his voice sharp. "Focus on your task." "Yes, cousin." Cassian's grin was infuriating. "Wouldn't want to get distracted." I looked away, my face heating. What was going on? Was Cassian actually flirting with me? And why did Dustan's obvious jealousy make me feel... something? I pushed the thought away. I couldn't afford to feel anything. Not for Dustan. Not for any of them. They were the enemy.