Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My hand moved across the paper as I wrote, “It’s different for wolves. We are mated to one person, fated and chosen by the Goddess. Most matches work out, but some times you can reject your match if you choose not to accept the bond. Greyson was my mate, marked and mated, but I never accepted him. And when I tried to reject the bond… and he cut out my tongueas punishment. Eventually, I managed to escape.” I lowered my head as I watched him read the words, anger gripping his face as he finished. “But you ran away... you got away eventually,” he said, almost trying to reassure himself. “How long were you with him?” I held out three fingers. I pulled the sheet back and scribbled, “Once the snow

Didn't you give Harper the peach spritzer first? Todd never responded. A few minutes later, the group chat was disbanded. ... A colleague called me back for a nap. I agreed, switching off my phone. On my way back to the office, the wind began to pick up. While waiting at a red light, I suddenly remembered our graduation day, when a fierce gust of wind had blown my cap clean off. Todd had chased it down and gently placed it back on my head. "That moment was stunning," he had said, his eyes filled with warmth. "When we take our wedding photos in the future, we'll swap the cap for a veil. When it flutters in the wind, you'll look beautiful."

The wind had picked up, howling like a wild animal, and he could see the trees bending under its force. Alpha Nathan sighed and shook his head. The storm outside was a reflection of the turmoil inside of him, the battle between his duty as an alpha and his desire for Claire. He knew he couldn't give in to his feelings, that it would only cause more chaos and bring harm to his pack. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the pull of the mate bond, the magnetic force that drew him to her.

she held my hand, but the guy with the tattoo grabbed my hand as well. "Let go of her," Windy said, but he just laughed. "She's coming with us. Right, baby girl?" he said, looking at me. My forehead knotted. "I'm not. You guys are bad," I said, but the three of them laughed. "We're not bad. We're just going to have some fun somewhere far from here. You can leave your friend for the meantime," he said, but I shook my head. "No, we're not coming. You guys can enjoy the rest of the night," I said as Windy pulled me away.

Yet, they were ultimately taken away for someone else. Earlier that day, Calvin had received a call from his unattainable love Charlotte Larson. "Calvin, my window has been blown away. The wind is so strong! I'm terrified. Can you come and save me? There's nothing here—am I going to die? Ah!" A scream cut through the line, followed by silence. Calvin flew into a panic. Frantically, he called out her name, over and over again. Then, he swiftly grabbed a bag, stuffing in all the supplies I'd bought. He didn't even spare me the tape I got to seal the windows.

Jordan was angry and wanted to chase him away, but I stopped him. Taylor could follow me all he wanted. I didn't want to get tangled up with him any more than necessary. One night, after Jordan and I came back from a movie, we found Taylor sitting by the door, empty beer bottles littered at his feet. "Babe, please forgive me and come home. We won't get a divorce." He grabbed my foot and added, "Since you dislike Yvonne, I've already fired her. She won't appear in our lives again."

More than that, I was afraid that he'd lay hands on my younger sister, Winnie Moran. He rolled the car window back up and sped off in his Maybach. I froze in place. My fingers trembled uncontrollably. I stood at the entrance to the police station for five minutes while looking up at the sky. The skies were gloomy. It was as if it was about to rain. There were WhatsApp messages from my younger sister on my phone, all of which were sent last night. "Will, I came third in my class!" "When will you be home, Will? I saved you a chicken drumstick."

"The third time, we framed her for cheating and ruined her graduation. The way she desperately tried to prove her innocence… Honestly, it still cracks me up!" "This time, we lied to her and made her give up five bags of blood. This must be the ninety-sixth lie? Three more lies, and our game of revenge is up. It hasn't been an easy journey. Jason must've sacrificed a lot all these years." "Well, she brought it to herself. Who told her to be so blind back then to win over Felicity Shaw at the dance championship? Felicity cried the entire night. She's Jason's sweetheart. He wouldn't let anyone off the hook for making her cry.

I did want to finally know how it would feel to have my lips pressed against another man’s— just to finally know where I stand with myself, and maybe the confusing haze in my head would finally dissolve. Not because I was suddenly attracted to annoying Chris… that would be disgusting and gayish of me. “You know what? Fuck you, Chris.” “So it’s a yes?” He perked up immediately while the small grin playing across his lips some seconds ago widened— a grin which boldly screamed ‘I knew you were going to end up giving in. “Just… fuck you.”

Sadie let out a sharp, muffled gasp against Willow’s lips, her small hands instantly transferring from the tight grip on Willow's wrist to the dark fabric of her grey shirt, clutching at her with a wild, expressive hunger. The storm of anger and rejection dissolved instantly into a passionate, roaring flame as Willow’s mouth devoured hers, dragging them both over the edge of the horizon, far beneath the shadow of the ghost who had left them behind.